Leaves of Grass (1867)


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CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD.

A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green
         islands;
They take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the
         sun—Hark to the musical clank;
Behold the silvery river—in it the splashing horses,
         loitering, stop to drink;
Behold the brown-faced men—each group, each person,
         a picture—the negligent rest on the saddles;
Some emerge on the opposite bank—others are just
         entering the ford;
The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind.
 
 
 
 
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