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object:1.whitman - Drum-Taps
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
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Drum-Taps
Aroused and angry,
I thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war;
But soon my fingers fail'd me, my face droop'd, and I resign'd
    myself,
To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead.

Drum-Taps


FIRST, O songs, for a prelude,
Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city,
How she led the rest to armshow she gave the cue,
How at once with lithe limbs, unwaiting a moment, she sprang;
(O superb! O Manhattan, my own, my peerless!
O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis! O truer than
    steel!)
How you sprang! how you threw off the costumes of peace with
    indifferent hand;
How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were heard
    in their stead;
How you led to the war, (that shall serve for our prelude, songs of
    soldiers,)
How Manhattan drum-taps led.                  




Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading;
Forty years as a pageanttill unawares, the Lady of this teeming and
    turbulent city,
Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth,
With her million children around hersuddenly,
At dead of night, at news from the south,
Incens'd, struck with clench'd hand the pavement.

A shock electricthe night sustain'd it;
Till with ominous hum, our hive at day-break pour'd out its myriads.

From the houses then, and the workshops, and through all the
    doorways,
Leapt they tumultuousand lo! Manhattan arming.        




To the drum-taps prompt,
The young men falling in and arming;
The mechanics arming, (the trowel, the jack-plane, the blacksmith's
    hammer, tost aside with precipitation
The lawyer leaving his office, and armingthe judge leaving the
    court;
The driver deserting his wagon in the street, jumping down, throwing
    the reins abruptly down on the horses' backs;
The salesman leaving the storethe boss, book-keeper, porter, all
    leaving;
Squads gather everywhere by common consent, and arm;
The new recruits, even boysthe old men show them how to wear their
    accoutrementsthey buckle the straps carefully;
Outdoors armingindoors armingthe flash of the musket-barrels;
The white tents cluster in campsthe arm'd sentries aroundthe
    sunrise cannon, and again at sunset;            


Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark
    from the wharves;
(How good they look, as they tramp down to the river, sweaty, with
    their guns on their shoulders!
How I love them! how I could hug them, with their brown faces, and
    their clothes and knapsacks cover'd with dust!)
The blood of the city uparm'd! arm'd! the cry everywhere;
The flags flung out from the steeples of churches, and from all the
    public buildings and stores;
The tearful partingthe mother kisses her sonthe son kisses his
    mother;
(Loth is the mother to partyet not a word does she speak to detain
    him
The tumultuous escortthe ranks of policemen preceding, clearing the
    way;
The unpent enthusiasmthe wild cheers of the crowd for their
    favorites;
The artillerythe silent cannons, bright as gold, drawn along,
    rumble lightly over the stones;              


(Silent cannonssoon to cease your silence!
Soon, unlimber'd, to begin the red business
All the mutter of preparationall the determin'd arming;
The hospital servicethe lint, bandages, and medicines;
The women volunteering for nursesthe work begun for, in earnestno
    mere parade now;
War! an arm'd race is advancing!the welcome for battleno turning
    away;
War! be it weeks, months, or yearsan arm'd race is advancing to
    welcome it.


Mannahatta a-march!and it's O to sing it well!
It's O for a manly life in the camp!
And the sturdy artillery!                    


The guns, bright as goldthe work for giantsto serve well the
    guns:
Unlimber them! no more, as the past forty years, for salutes for
    courtesies merely;
Put in something else now besides powder and wadding.


And you, Lady of Ships! you Mannahatta!
Old matron of this proud, friendly, turbulent city!
Often in peace and wealth you were pensive, or covertly frown'd amid
    all your children;
But now you smile with joy, exulting old Mannahatta!






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