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Praises and presents came and nourishing food, till at last among

       the recruits,

       You came, taciturn, with nothing to give — we but look’d on each other,

       When lo! more than all the gifts of the world you gave me.

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      Look down fair moon and bathe this scene,

       Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods on faces ghastly, swollen, purple,

       On the dead on their backs with arms toss’d wide,

       Pour down your unstinted nimbus sacred moon.

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      Word over all, beautiful as the sky,

       Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be

       utterly lost,

       That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly

       wash again, and ever again, this solid world;

       For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,

       I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin — I draw near,

       Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.

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      How solemn as one by one,

       As the ranks returning worn and sweaty, as the men file by where stand,

       As the faces the masks appear, as I glance at the faces studying the masks,

       (As I glance upward out of this page studying you, dear friend,

       whoever you are,)

       How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the ranks,

       and to you,

       I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul,

       O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,

       Nor the bayonet stab what you really are;

       The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,

       Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,

       Nor the bayonet stab O friend.

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      As I lay with my head in your lap camerado,

       The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the open air

       I resume,

       I know I am restless and make others so,

       I know my words are weapons full of danger, full of death,

       For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to

       unsettle them,

       I am more resolute because all have denied me than I could ever have

       been had all accepted me,

       I heed not and have never heeded either experience, cautions,

       majorities, nor ridicule,

       And the threat of what is call’d hell is little or nothing to me,

       And the lure of what is call’d heaven is little or nothing to me;

       Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still

       urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,

       Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell’d and defeated.

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      Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life!

       Covering all my lands — all my seashores lining!

       Flag of death! (how I watch’d you through the smoke of battle pressing!

       How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!)

       Flag cerulean — sunny flag, with the orbs of night dappled!

       Ah my silvery beauty — ah my woolly white and crimson!

       Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!

       My sacred one, my mother.

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      Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me?

       Did you seek the civilian’s peaceful and languishing rhymes?

       Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?

       Why I was not singing erewhile for you to follow, to understand — nor

       am I now;

       (I have been born of the same as the war was born,

       The drum-corps’ rattle is ever to me sweet music, I love well the

       martial dirge,

       With slow wail and convulsive throb leading the officer’s funeral;)

       What to such as you anyhow such a poet as I? therefore leave my works,

       And go lull yourself with what you can understand, and with piano-tunes,

       For I lull nobody, and you will never understand me.

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      Lo, Victress on the peaks,

       Where thou with mighty brow regarding the world,

       (The world O Libertad, that vainly conspired against thee,)

       Out of its countless beleaguering toils, after thwarting them all,

       Dominant, with the dazzling sun around thee,

       Flauntest now unharm’d in immortal soundness and bloom — lo, in

       these hours supreme,

       No poem proud, I chanting bring to thee, nor mastery’s rapturous verse,

       But a cluster containing night’s darkness and blood-dripping wounds,

       And psalms of the dead.

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      Spirit whose work is done — spirit of dreadful hours!

       Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets;

       Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering

       pressing,)

      


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