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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534926" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A MARCH in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown;<br> A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;<br> Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating;<br> Till after midnight glimmer upon us, the lights of a dim-lighted<br> building;<br> We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by the dim-lighted<br> building;<br> 'Tis a large old church at the crossing roads--'tis now an impromptu<br> hospital;<br> --Entering but for a minute, I see a sight beyond all the pictures<br> and poems ever made:<br> Shadows of deepest, deepest black, just lit by moving candles and<br> lamps,<br> And by one great pitchy torch, stationary, with wild red flame, and<br> clouds of smoke;<br> By these, crowds, groups of forms, vaguely I see, on the floor, some<br> in the pews laid down;   10<br> At my feet more distinctly, a soldier, a mere lad, in danger of<br> bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen;)<br> I staunch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white as a<br> lily;)<br> Then before I depart I sweep my eyes o'er the scene, fain to absorb<br> it all;<br> Faces, varieties, postures beyond description, most in obscurity,<br> some of them dead;<br> Surgeons operating, attendants holding lights, the smell of ether,<br> the odor of blood;<br> The crowd, O the crowd of the bloody forms of soldiers--the yard<br> outside also fill'd;<br> Some on the bare ground, some on planks or stretchers, some in the<br> death-spasm sweating;<br> An occasional scream or cry, the doctor's shouted orders or calls;<br> The glisten of the little steel instruments catching the glint of the<br> torches;<br> These I resume as I chant--I see again the forms, I smell the<br> odor;    20<br> Then hear outside the orders given, Fall in, my men, Fall in;<br> But first I bend to the dying lad--his eyes open--a half-smile gives<br> he me;<br> Then the eyes close, calmly close, and I speed forth to the darkness,<br> Resuming, marching, ever in darkness marching, on in the ranks,<br> The unknown road still marching.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
 Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating;
 Till after midnight glimmer upon us, the lights of a d..."></div>
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