Walt Whitman - As Toilsome I Wander'd

Walt Whitman - As Toilsome I Wander'd

AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods, br To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas br autumn,) br I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier, br Mortally wounded he, and buried on the retreat, (easily all could I br understand;) br The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose--yet this sign br left, br On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, br Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade. br br Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering; br Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life; br Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or in br the crowded street, 10 br Comes before me the unknown soldier's grave--comes the inscription br rude in Virginia's woods, br Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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