Hush’D Be The Camps To-Day By Walt Whitman

Hush’D Be The Camps To-Day

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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