The Soldiers Grave

‘Twas long ago, in the summer-time,

On a day as sad as this,

That I laid my babe in its father’s arms,

And he gave it his farewell kiss;

When the army sail’d from the English shores

In a mist of sun and rain,

To the vine-clad hills and citadels

And the olive groves of Spain.

I set my face to the balmy south,

And listen’d, intent and dumb,

As though a cry from the battle-grounds

On the fragrant wind might come.

I yearn’d for a gleam of the red camp fires

Which burn’d through the watchful nights,

For the shine of the bayonets that clash’d one day

On the dread Albuera heights.

Ah me! And my face cannot turn away,

Though the ashes are on my brow,-

Though the news of the battle came once for all,

And there’s nothing to watch for now!

Though ’tis further away than that far south land

I must look for my dear man’s face,-

Though I know he will never come home again

To the chair in the old house-place!

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• This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• This Day, O Soul. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• This Compost. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Think of the Soul. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Thick-Sprinkled Bunting. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• These, I, Singing in Spring. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• The Wound-Dresser by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• That Shadow, my Likeness. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• That Music Always Round Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Tests. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Tears. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Still, though the One I Sing. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• States! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Starting from Paumanok. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Spontaneous Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Spirit whose Work is Done. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Spirit That Form’d This Scene. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Sparkles from The Wheel. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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