A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown.
Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.
A MARCH IN THE RANKS HARD-PREST, AND
THE ROAD
UNKNOWN.
A MARCH in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness; Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant
retreating; Till after midnight glimmer upon us, the lights of a
dim-lighted building; We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by
the dim-lighted building; 'Tis a large old church at the crossing roads—'tis now
an impromptu hospital; —Entering but for a minute, I see a sight beyond all
the pictures and poems ever made; Shadows of deepest, deepest black, just lit by moving
candles and lamps, And by one great pitchy torch, stationary, with wild red
flame, and clouds of smoke; By these, crowds, groups of forms, vaguely I see, on the
floor, some in the pews laid down; [ begin page 282 ]
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At my feet more distinctly, a soldier, a mere lad, in danger of bleeding to death, (he is shot in the
abdomen;) I staunch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face
is white as a lily;) Then before I depart I sweep my eyes o'er the scene,
fain to absorb it all; Faces, varieties, postures beyond description, most in
obscurity, some of them dead; Surgeons operating, attendants holding lights, the smell
of ether, the odor of blood; The crowd, O the crowd of the bloody forms of soldiers
—the yard outside also fill'd; Some on the bare ground, some on planks or stretchers,
some in the death-spasm sweating; An occasional scream or cry, the doctor's shouted orders
or calls; The glisten of the little steel instruments catching the
glint of the torches; These I resume as I chant—I see again the forms, I
smell the odor; Then hear outside the orders given, Fall in, my men,
Fall in; But first I bend to the dying lad—his eyes open—a
half-smile gives he me; Then the eyes close, calmly close, and I speed forth to
the darkness, Resuming, marching, ever in darkness marching, on in
the ranks, The unknown road still marching.
Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.