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Leaves of Grass (1891-92)
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OLD WAR-DREAMS.
IN midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, |
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable
look,)
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Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide, |
I dream, I dream, I dream. |
Of scenes of Nature, fields and mountains, |
Of skies so beauteous after a storm, and at night the moon so
unearthly bright,
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Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and
gather the heaps,
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I dream, I dream, I dream. |
Long have they pass'd, faces and trenches and fields, |
Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure,
or away from the fallen,
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Onward I sped at the time—but now of their forms at night, |
I dream, I dream, I dream. |
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