object:1.whitman - As Toilsome I Wanderd
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
class:chapter
AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods,
To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
autumn,)
I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier,
Mortally wounded he, and buried on the retreat, (easily all could I
understand
The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to loseyet this sign
left,
On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave,
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering;
Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life;
Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or in
the crowded street,
Comes before me the unknown soldier's gravecomes the inscription
rude in Virginia's woods,
Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.
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