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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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HOW SOLEMN AS ONE BY ONE.
(Washington City, 1865.)
HOW solemn as one by one, |
As the ranks returning worn and sweaty, as the men file by where
I stand,
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As the faces the masks appear, as I glance at the faces studying the
masks,
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(As I glance upward out of this page studying you, dear friend,
whoever you are,)
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How solemn the thought of my whispering soul to each in the
ranks, and to you,
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I see behind each mask that wonder a kindred soul, |
O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend, |
Nor the bayonet stab what you really are; |
The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best, |
Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill, |
Nor the bayonet stab O friend. |
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