A Sight in Camp (Poem by Walter Whitman)

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A Sight in Camp (1)
By Walter Whitman


A sight in camp in the daybreak grey and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless,
As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent,
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there, untended lying;
Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woollen blanket,
Grey and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.


A Sight in Camp (2)


Curious, I halt, and silent stand; Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest, the first, just lift the blanket; Who are you, elderly man, so gaunt and grim, with well-greyed hair, and flesh all sunken about the eyes? Who are you, my dear comrade?

Then to the second I step — And who are you, my child and darling?
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming?

Then to the third — a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory: Young man, I think I know you — I think this face of yours is the face of the Christ Himself; Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again He lies.

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