Hush'd Be The Camps To-Day
by Walt Whitman (1819 � 1892) |
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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. |
By Walt Whitman (1819 � 1892)
Listed August 4, 2012 |
Memories of President Lincoln
May 4, 1865 |
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