Old War-Dreams.

Part of the cluster FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.

OLD WAR-DREAMS.

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

Part of the cluster FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.