VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night,When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day,One look I but gave, which your dear eyes return'd, with a look I shall never forget;One touch of your hand to mine, O boy, reach'd up as you lay on the ground;Then onward I sped in the battle, the even-contested battle;Till late in the night reliev'd, to the place at last again I made my way;Found you in death so cold, dear comrade—found your body, son of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding;)Bared your face in the starlight—curious the scene— cool blew the moderate night-wind;Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around me the battle-field spreading;Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet, there in the fragrant silent night;But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sigh—Long, long I gazed;Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my chin in my hands;Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you, dearest comrade—Not a tear, not a word;Vigil of silence, love and death—vigil for you, my son and my soldier,As onward silently stars aloft, eastward new ones up- ward stole;Vigil final for you, brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your death,
[ begin page 43a ]ppp.00473.381.jpgI faithfully loved you and cared for you living—I think we shall surely meet again;)Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appear'd,My comrade I wrapt in his blanket, envelop'd well his form,Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head, and carefully under feet;And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I de- posited;Ending my vigil strange with that—vigil of night and battle-field dim;Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding;)Vigil for comrade swiftly slain—vigil I never forget, how as day brighten'd,I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well in his blanket,And buried him where he fell.