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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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IN MIDNIGHT SLEEP.
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IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish, |
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded—(of that
indescribable look,)
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Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide, |
I dream, I dream, I dream. |
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Of scenes of nature, fields and mountains; |
Of skies, so beauteous after a storm—and at night the
moon so unearthly bright,
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Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the
trenches and gather the heaps,
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I dream, I dream, I dream. |
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Long, long have they pass'd—faces and trenches and
fields;
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Where through the carnage I moved with a callous com-
posure—or away from the fallen,
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Onward I sped at the time—But now of their forms at
night,
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I dream, I dream, I dream. |
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