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Cavalry Crossing a Ford.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.

CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD.

A LINE in long array where they wind betwixt green islands, They take a serpentine course, their arms flash in the sun—hark  
 to the musical clank,
Behold the silvery river, in it the splashing horses loitering stop to  
 drink,
Behold the brown-faced men, each group, each person a picture, 
 the negligent rest on the saddles,
Some emerge on the opposite bank, others are just entering the  
 ford—while,
Scarlet and blue and snowy white, The guidon flags flutter gayly in the wind.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.

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