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Leaves of Grass.
Ashes of Soldiers
Again a verse for sake of you,
You soldiers in the ranksyou Volunteers,
Who bravely fighting, silent fell,
To fill unmentiond graves.
As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought,
Lo! the war resumesagain to my sense your shapes,
And again the advance of armies.
Noiseless as mists and vapors,
From their graves in the trenches ascending,
From the cemeteries all through Virginia and Tennessee,
From every point of the compass, out of the countless unnamed graves,
In wafted clouds, in myraids large, or squads of twos or threes, or single ones, they come,
And silently gather round me.
Now sound no note, O
Not at the head of my cavalry, parading on spirited horses,
With sabres drawn and glistning, and carbines by their thighs(ah, my brave horsemen!
My handsome, tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride,
With all the perils, were yours!)
Nor you drummersneither at reveille, at dawn,
Nor the long roll alarming the campnor even the muffled beat for a burial;
Nothing from you, this time, O drummers, bearing my warlike drums.
But aside from these, and the marts of wealth, and the crowded
Admitting around me comrades close, unseen by the rest, and voiceless,
The slain elate and alive againthe dust and debris
I chant this chant of my silent soul, in the name of all dead soldiers.
Faces so pale, with wondrous eyes, very dear, gather closer yet;
Draw close, but speak not.
Phantoms of countless
Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my companions!
Follow me ever! desert me not, while I live.
Sweet are the blooming cheeks of the living! sweet are the musical voices sounding!
But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead, with their silent eyes.
Dearest comrades! all is over and long
But love is not overand what love, O comrades!
Perfume from battle-fields risingup from foetor arising.
Perfume therefore my chant, O love! immortal Love!
Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers,
Shroud them, embalm them, cover them all over with tender
Perfume all! make all wholesome!
Make these ashes to nourish and
O love! O chant! solve all, fructify
with the last chemistry.
Give me exhaustlessmake me a fountain,
That I exhale love from me wherever I go, like a moist perennial
For the ashes of all dead soldiers.
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