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WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse
WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D . . . 255 O CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN . . . . . . . . 262 HUSH'D BE
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O CAPTAIN! my Captain!
O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain!
my Captain!
or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain,(says my grandmother's father;) We have
my Captain!
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
We closed with him—the yards entangled—the can- non cannon touch'd; My captain lash'd fast with his own
Now I laugh content, for I hear the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cries
Only three guns are in use; One is directed by the captain himself against the ene- my's enemy's main-mast
Serene stands the little captain; He is not hurried—his voice is neither high nor low; His eyes give
The black ship, mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets—but the pluck of the captain and engineers
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night: When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial!
heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, My heart gives you love.
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my
fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or
2 O maidens and young men I love and that love me, What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden
Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the
thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen, These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my
that love me, (Arous'd and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war, But soon my
fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd and I resign'd myself, To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or
2 O maidens and young men I love and that love me, What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden
Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the
thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen, These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my
2 O maidens and young men I love, and that love me, What you ask of my days, those the strangest and
without noise, and be of strong heart.) 3 Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my
knee, the wound in the abdo- men abdomen ; These and more I dress with impassive hand—(yet deep in my
a fire, a burning flame.) 5 Thus in silence, in dreams' projections, Returning, resuming, I thread my
O maidens and young men I love, and that love me, What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sud
Bearing the bandages, water and sponge, Straight and swift to my wounded I go, Where they lie on the
knee, the wound in the abdo- men abdomen , These and more I dress with impassive hand—(yet deep in my
Thus in silence, in dream's projections, Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hos- pitals
"One doubt nauseous undulating like a snake, crawl'd on the ground before me, Continually preceding my
and near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the old mad joy, in the depths of my