-
Here he gives voice to the bird.
-
He even writes lyrics for the bird.
-
"How shall I warble myself
-
for the dead one that I loved?"
-
It's like an offering.
-
Whitman picks a sprig of lilac, he says,
-
and places Abraham Lincoln's funeral train
-
in the setting of what he calls
-
"Ever returning spring
-
across the vast landscape of America,
-
from east to the prairie."
-
It was April, like now,