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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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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,
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Behold the silvery river, in it the splashing horses loitering stop to
drink,
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Behold the brown-faced men, each group, each person a picture,
the negligent rest on the saddles,
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Some emerge on the opposite bank, others are just entering the
ford—while,
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| Scarlet and blue and snowy white, |
| The guidon flags flutter gayly in the wind. |
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