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I read last night of the grand review	A
In Washington's chiefest avenue	A
Two hundred thousand men in blue	A
I think they said was the number	B
Till I seemed to hear their trampling feet	C
The bugle blast and the drum's quick beat	C
The clatter of hoofs in the stony street	C
The cheers of people who came to greet	C
And the thousand details that to repeat	C
Would only my verse encumber	B
Till I fell in a reverie sad and sweet	C
And then to a fitful slumber	B
	-
When lo in a vision I seemed to stand	D
In the lonely Capitol On each hand	D
Far stretched the portico dim and grand	D
Its columns ranged like a martial band	D
Of sheeted spectres whom some command	D
Had called to a last reviewing	E
And the streets of the city were white and bare	F
No footfall echoed across the square	F
But out of the misty midnight air	F
I heard in the distance a trumpet blare	F
And the wandering night winds seemed to bear	F
The sound of a far tattooing	E
	-
Then I held my breath with fear and dread	G
For into the square with a brazen tread	G
There rode a figure whose stately head	G
O'erlooked the review that morning	E
That never bowed from its firm set seat	C
When the living column passed its feet	C
Yet now rode steadily up the street	C
To the phantom bugle's warning	E
	-
Till it reached the Capitol square and wheeled	H
And there in the moonlight stood revealed	H
A well known form that in State and field	H
Had led our patriot sires	I
Whose face was turned to the sleeping camp	J
Afar through the river's fog and damp	J
That showed no flicker nor waning lamp	J
Nor wasted bivouac fires	K
	-
And I saw a phantom army come	L
With never a sound of fife or drum	L
But keeping time to a throbbing hum	L
Of wailing and lamentation	A
The martyred heroes of Malvern Hill	M
Of Gettysburg and Chancellorsville	M
The men whose wasted figures fill	M
The patriot graves of the nation	A
	-
And there came the nameless dead the men	A
Who perished in fever swamp and fen	A
The slowly starved of the prison pen	A
And marching beside the others	K
Came the dusky martyrs of Pillow's fight	N
With limbs enfranchised and bearing bright	N
I thought perhaps 'twas the pale moonlight	N
They looked as white as their brothers	K
	-
And so all night marched the nation's dead	G
With never a banner above them spread	G
Nor a badge nor a motto brandished	O
No mark save the bare uncovered head	G
Of the silent bronze Reviewer	B
With never an arch save the vaulted sky	P
With never a flower save those that lie	P
On the distant graves for love could buy	P
No gift that was purer or truer	B
	-
So all night long swept the strange array	Q
So all night long till the morning gray	Q
I watched for one who had passed away	Q
With a reverent awe and wonder	B
Till a blue cap waved in the length'ning line	A
And I knew that one who was kin of mine	A
Had come and I spake and lo that sign	A
Awakened me from my slumber	B

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