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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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AS TOILSOME I WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S WOODS.
AS toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, |
To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
autumn,)
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I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier; |
Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (easily all could
I understand,)
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The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose—yet this
sign left,
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On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, |
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade. |
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering, |
Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life, |
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Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone,
or in the crowded street,
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Comes before me the unknown soldier's grave, comes the inscrip-
tion rude in Virginia's woods,
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Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade. |
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