object:1.whitman - How Solemn As One By One
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
class:chapter
HOW solemn, as one by one,
As the ranks returning, all worn and sweatyas the men file by where
I stand;
As the faces, the masks appearas I glance at the faces, studying
the masks;
(As I glance upward out of this page, studying you, dear friend,
whoever you are; )
How solemn the thought of my whispering soul, to each in the ranks,
and to you;
I see behind each mask, that wonder, a kindred soul;
O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear friend,
Nor the bayonet stab what you really are:
The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting, secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,
Nor the bayonet stab, O friend!
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