Hush'd Be The Camps To-day

Walter "Walt" Whitman was an American poet, essayist and journalist.







  HUSH'D be the camps to-day;
  And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons;
  And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate,
  Our dear commander's death.

  No more for him life's stormy conflicts;
  Nor victory, nor defeat--no more time's dark events,
  Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.

  But sing, poet, in our name;
  Sing of the love we bore him--because you, dweller in camps, know it
  truly.

  As they invault the coffin there; 10
  Sing--as they close the doors of earth upon him--one verse,
  For the heavy hearts of soldiers.

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