War Dreams (Poem by Walter Whitman)

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War Dreams (1)
By Walter Whitman

    In clouds descending, in midnight sleep, of many a face in battle,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, of that indescribable look,
Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide — 
    I dream, I dream, I dream.

War Dreams (2)

    Of scenes of nature, the fields and the mountains,
Of the skies so beauteous after the storm, and at night the moon so unearthly bright,
Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches, and gather the heaps — 
    I dream, I dream, I dream.

War Dreams (3)

    Long have they passed, long lapsed — faces, and trenches, and fields:
Long through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away from the fallen
Onward I sped at the time. But now of their faces and forms, at night,
    I dream, I dream, I dream.

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