Interpolation Sounds

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Title:     Interpolation Sounds
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

Over and through the burial chant,

Organ and solemn service, sermon, bending priests,

To me come interpolation sounds not in the show--plainly to me, crowding up the aisle and from the window,

Of sudden battle's hurry and harsh noises--war's grim game to sight and ear in earnest;

The scout call'd up and forward--the general mounted and his aides around him--the new-brought word--the instantaneous order issued;

The rifle crack--the cannon thud--the rushing forth of men from their tents;

The clank of cavalry--the strange celerity of forming ranks--the slender bugle note;

The sound of horses' hoofs departing--saddles, arms, accoutrements.

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Walt Whitman's poem: Interpolation Sounds

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