Old War-Dreams (LoG)
from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT - by Walt Whitman.
In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)
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,
Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and
gather the heaps,
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,
Onward I sped at the time—but now of their forms at night,
I dream, I dream, I dream.
| from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT by Walt Whitman | |
| From Far Dakota’s Canyons (June 25, 1876) | Thick-Sprinkled Bunting (LoG) 
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