Walt Whitman
"When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
from Memories of Lincoln "
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something.
Walker Percy, The Moviegoer (1961)
