Hush'd Be The Camps To-Day

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Title:     Hush'd Be The Camps To-Day
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

(_May 4, 1865_)

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,
Sing--as they close the doors of earth upon him--one verse,
For the heavy hearts of soldiers.

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: Hush'd Be The Camps To-Day

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