Shielding From a Dream

"In midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,

Of the look at first of the mortally wounded--of that indescribable

look;

Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide,

I dream, I dream, I dream.

 

 

Of scenes of nature, fields and mountains;

Of skies, so beauteous after a storm--and at night the moon so

unearthly bright,

Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather

the heaps,

I dream, I dream, I dream.

 

 

Long, long have they pass'd--faces and trenches and fields;

Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure--or away

from the fallen,

Onward I sped at the time--But now of their forms at night,

I dream, I dream, I dream."

-Walt Whitman

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