IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish, br Of the look at first of the mortally wounded--of that indescribable br look; br Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide, br I dream, I dream, I dream. br br br Of scenes of nature, fields and mountains; br Of skies, so beauteous after a storm--and at night the moon so br unearthly bright, br Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather br the heaps, br I dream, I dream, I dream. br br br Long, long have they pass'd--faces and trenches and fields; br Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure--or away br from the fallen, br Onward I sped at the time--But now of their forms at night, br I dream, I dream, I dream.