 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
3
4
Now loud approaching drums!Victoria! see'st thou in powder-smoke the banners torn but flying? the rout of the baffled?
Hearest those shouts of a conquering army?
5
(Ah, Soul, the sobs of women—the wounded groaning in agony,The hiss and crackle of flames—the blacken'd ruins—the embers of cities,
The dirge and desolation of mankind.)
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |