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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!
or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!"
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!
Why do you tremble and clutch my hand so convulsively?
Aye, this is the ground, My blind eyes even as I speak behold it re-peopled from graves, The years recede
That and here my General's first battle, No women looking on nor sunshine to bask in, it did not conclude
I saw him at the river-side, Down by the ferry lit by torches, hastening the embarcation; My General
But when my General pass'd me, As he stood in his boat and look'd toward the coming sun, I saw something