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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534960" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ashes Of Soldiers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again a verse for sake of you,<br> You soldiers in the ranks--you Volunteers,<br> Who bravely fighting, silent fell,<br> To fill unmention'd graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ASHES of soldiers!<br> As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought,<br> Lo! the war resumes--again to my sense your shapes,<br> And again the advance of armies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Noiseless as mists and vapors,<br> From their graves in the trenches ascending,<br> From the cemeteries all through Virginia and Tennessee,<br> From every point of the compass, out of the countless unnamed graves,<br> In wafted clouds, in myraids large, or squads of twos or threes, or<br> single ones, they come,<br> And silently gather round me.   10</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now sound no note, O trumpeters!<br> Not at the head of my cavalry, parading on spirited horses,<br> With sabres drawn and glist'ning, and carbines by their thighs--(ah,<br> my brave horsemen!<br> My handsome, tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride,<br> With all the perils, were yours!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor you drummers--neither at reveille, at dawn,<br> Nor the long roll alarming the camp--nor even the muffled beat for a<br> burial;<br> Nothing from you, this time, O drummers, bearing my warlike drums.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But aside from these, and the marts of wealth, and the crowded<br> promenade,<br> Admitting around me comrades close, unseen by the rest, and<br> voiceless,    20<br> The slain elate and alive again--the dust and debris alive,<br> I chant this chant of my silent soul, in the name of all dead<br> soldiers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Faces so pale, with wondrous eyes, very dear, gather closer yet;<br> Draw close, but speak not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Phantoms of countless lost!<br> Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my companions!<br> Follow me ever! desert me not, while I live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sweet are the blooming cheeks of the living! sweet are the musical<br> voices sounding!<br> But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead, with their silent eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dearest comrades! all is over and long gone;  30<br> But love is not over--and what love, O comrades!<br> Perfume from battle-fields rising--up from foetor arising.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Perfume therefore my chant, O love! immortal Love!<br> Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers,<br> Shroud them, embalm them, cover them all over with tender pride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Perfume all! make all wholesome!<br> Make these ashes to nourish and blossom,<br> O love! O chant! solve all, fructify all with the last chemistry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Give me exhaustless--make me a fountain,<br> That I exhale love from me wherever I go, like a moist perennial dew,<br> For the ashes of all dead soldiers.</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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 You soldiers in the ranks--you Volunteers,
 Who bravely fighting, silent fell,
 To fill unmention'd graves.

 ASHES of soldiers!
 As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought,
 Lo! the war resumes--again t..."></div>
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