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A Sight in Camp in the Day-Break Grey and Dim.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.


1A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by  
 the hospital tent,
  [ begin page 283 ]ppp.00270.285.jpg Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out  
 there, untended lying,
Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woollen  
Grey and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.
2Curious, I halt, and silent stand. Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest,  
 the first, just lift the blanket:
Who are you, elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well- 
 grey'd hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes?
Who are you, my dear comrade?
3Then to the second I step—And who are you, my  
 child and darling?
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming?
4Then to the third—a face nor child, nor old, very  
 calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory;
Young man, I think I know you—I think this face of  
 yours is the face of the Christ himself;
Dead and divine, and brother of all, and here again he  

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.

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