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Show ' A TWILIGHT SONG. MI aft In twilight, late, atone, by the flickering oak flame, Husli)ODknir past war scenes of tbecounuesa buried unknown soldiem. Of the vacant Dames, as unindented air't and seal the unreturn'd, Che brief truce after battle, with grim burial squads, and the deep filled trenches cM gather'd dead from all America, north, south, east, west, whence they came up, from wooded Maine. New England1 farms, from fertile Pennsylvania, Illinois. Ohio, from the measureless West, Virginia, the south, ' the Carolinas, Texas . (Even here, in my room shadows aod half lights, in the noiseless, flickering flame, Again I see the stalwart ranks on filing, rising I hear the rhythmic tramp of the armies) : Tcm mUHon unwrlt names, all, all you dark bequest be-quest from all the War, A special verse for you a flash of duty loner ne-1 ne-1 lected your mystic roll strangely gatoer'd ' here. ! aehbyname recaD d by me from out the dark- ness and death's ashes, Henceforth to be, deep, deep within my heart, re- .' cording, for many a future year, . Tour mystic roll entire of unknown names, r i north or south, Zmhsimed with love In this tonight song. Walt Whitman. . |