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AN old man bending I come among new faces	B
Years looking backward resuming in answer to children	C
Come tell us old man as from young men and maidens that love me	D
Arous'd and angry I'd thought to beat the alarum and urge relentless war	E
but soon my fingers fail'd me my face droop'd and I resign'd myself	F
To sit by the wounded and soothe them or silently watch the dead	G
Years hence of these scenes of these furious passions these chances	B
Of unsurpass d heroes was one side so brave the other was equally brave	H
Now be witness again paint the mightiest armies of earth	I
Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us	J
What stays with you latest and deepest of curious panics	K
Of hard fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains	L
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O maidens and young men I love and that love me	D
What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden your talking recalls	M
Soldier alert I arrive after a long march cover d with sweat and dust	N
In the nick of time I come plunge in the fight loudly shout in the rush of successful charge	O
Enter the captur d works yet lo like a swift running river they fade	P
Pass and are gone they fade I dwell not on soldiers perils or soldiers joys	Q
Both I remember well many the hardships few the joys yet I was content	R
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But in silence in dreams projections	S
While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on	T
So soon what is over forgotten and waves wash the imprints off the sand	U
With hinged knees returning I enter the doors while for you up there	V
Whoever you are follow me without noise and be of strong heart	W
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Bearing the bandages water and sponge	X
Straight and swift to my wounded I go	Y
Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in	Z
Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground	A2
Or to the rows of the hospital tent or under the roof d hospital	B2
To the long rows of cots up and down each side I return	C2
To each and all one after another I draw near not one do I miss	D2
An attendant follows holding a tray he carries a refuse pail	E2
Soon to be fill d with clotted rags and blood emptied and fill d again	F2
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I onward go I stop	G2
With hinged knees and steady hand to dress wounds	H2
I am firm with each the pangs are sharp yet unavoidable	B2
One turns to me his appealing eyes poor boy I never knew you	I2
Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you if that would save you	I2
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On on I go open doors of time open hospital doors	J2
The crush d head I dress poor crazed hand tear not the bandage away	K2
The neck of the cavalry man with the bullet through and through I examine	Z
Hard the breathing rattles quite glazed already the eye yet life struggles hard	L2
Come sweet death be persuaded O beautiful death	M2
In mercy come quickly	D
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From the stump of the arm the amputated hand	U
I undo the clotted lint remove the slough wash off the matter and blood	N2
Back on his pillow the soldier bends with curv d neck and side falling head	G
His eyes are closed his face is pale he dares not look on the bloody stump	O2
And has not yet look d on it	P2
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I dress a wound in the side deep deep	Q2
But a day or two more for see the frame all wasted already and sinking	R2
And the yellow blue countenance see	D
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I dress the perforated shoulder the foot with the bullet wound	A2
Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene so sickening so offensive	S2
While the attendant stands behind aside me holding the tray and pail	E2
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I am faithful I do not give out	T2
The fractur d thigh the knee the wound in the abdomen	C
These and more I dress with impassive hand yet deep in my breast a fire a burning flame	U2
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Thus in silence in dreams projections	S
Returning resuming I thread my way through the hospitals	V2
The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand	U
I sit by the restless all the dark night some are so young	W2
Some suffer so much I recall the experience sweet and sad	X2
Many a soldier s loving arms about this neck have cross d and rested	N2
Many a soldier s kiss dwells on these bearded lips	Y2

Walt Whitman

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