By Walt Whitman

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CONTENTS

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.

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.

LONG, TOO LONG AMERICA.

GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN.

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.

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.

ADIEU TO A SOLDIER.

TURN O LIBERTAD.

TO THE LEAVEN'D SOIL THEY TROD.


NOTE

The Introduction is reprinted, by permission, from The Times Literary Supplement of April 1, 1915.


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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