By Walt Whitman
INTRODUCTION
DRUM-TAPS
FIRST O SONGS FOR A PRELUDE.
EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE.
BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!
FROM PAUMANOK STARTING I FLY LIKE A BIRD
SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAYBREAK.
RISE O DAYS FROM YOUR FATHOMLESS DEEPS. 1 #NAME? - - - - - - -
VIRGINIA THE WEST.
CITY OF SHIPS.
THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.
CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD.
BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE.
AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH.
BY THE BIVOUAC'S FITFUL FLAME.
COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER.
VIGIL STRANGE I KEPT ON THE FIELD ONE NIGHT.
A MARCH IN THE RANKS HARD-PREST, AND THE ROAD UNKNOWN.
A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAYBREAK GRAY AND DIM.
AS TOILSOME I WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S WOODS.
NOT THE PILOT.
YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL'D BENEATH ME.
THE WOUND-DRESSER. 1 - An old man bending I come among new
LONG, TOO LONG AMERICA.
GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN. 1 - Give me the splendid
DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS.
OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC A VOICE.
I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY.
THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION.
ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLOURS.
NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME.
RACE OF VETERANS.
WORLD TAKE GOOD NOTICE.
O TAN-FACED PRAIRIE-BOY.
LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON.
RECONCILIATION.
HOW SOLEMN AS ONE BY ONE. ( Washington City, 1865. ) - How
AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO.
DELICATE CLUSTER.
TO A CERTAIN CIVILIAN.
LO, VICTRESS ON THE PEAKS.
SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE. ( Washington City, 1865. ) - Spirit
ADIEU TO A SOLDIER.
TURN O LIBERTAD.
TO THE LEAVEN'D SOIL THEY TROD.
