object:1.whitman - A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
class:chapter
A sight in camp in the daybreak gray 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 woolen blanket,
Gray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.
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-gray'd hair, and flesh all sunken
about the eyes?
Who are you my dear comrade?
Then to the second I stepand who are you my child and darling?
Who are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming?
Then to the thirda face nor child nor old, very calm, as of beautiful yellow-white ivory;
Young man I think I know youI think this face is the face of Christ himself,
Dead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies.
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