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Leaves of Grass (1867)
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DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS.
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Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath, |
On the pavement here—and there beyond, it is looking, |
Down a new-made double grave. |
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Up from the east, the silvery round moon; |
Beautiful over the house-tops, ghastly, phantom moon; |
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And I hear the sound of coming full-key'd bugles; |
All the channels of the city streets they're flooding, |
As with voices and with tears. |
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I hear the great drums pounding, |
And the small drums steady whirring; |
And every blow of the great convulsive drums, |
Strikes me through and through. |
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For the son is brought with the father; |
(In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell; |
Two veterans, son and father, dropt together, |
And the double grave awaits them.) |
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Now nearer blow the bugles, |
And the drums strike more convulsive; |
And the day-light o'er the pavement quite has faded, |
And the strong dead-march enwraps me. |
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In the eastern sky up-buoying, |
The sorrowful vast phantom moves illumin'd; |
('T is some mother's large, transparent face, |
In heaven brighter growing.) |
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O strong dead-march, you please me! |
O moon immense, with your silvery face you soothe me! |
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial! |
What I have I also give you. |
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The moon gives you light, |
And the bugles and the drums give you music; |
And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, |
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