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But sing, poet, in our name;Sing of the love we bore him—because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.
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As they invault the coffin there;Sing—as they close the doors of earth upon him—one verse,
For the heavy hearts of soldiers.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |