Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 22. Memories of President Lincoln. 3. Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day [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.

1. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 16. The Last Invocation
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 28. Old Salt Kossabone
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 29. Grand Is the Seen
4. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 15. These Carols
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 46. Twenty Years

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