Hush'D Be The Camps Today Poem by Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

New York / United States

Hush'D Be The Camps Today

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Hush'd be the camps today,
And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,
And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,
Our dear commander's death.

No more for him life's stormy conflicts,
Nor victory, nor defeat--no more time's dark events,
Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.

But sing poet in our name,
Sing of the love we bore him--because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.

As they invault the coffin there,
Sing--as they close the doors of earth upon him--one verse,
For the heavy hearts of soldiers.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jane Moon 14 May 2009

Lyrical, yet somber commemoration of the sudden death of the commander - honoring the death of Lincoln. This poem conveys the love, respect, and mourning of the troops.

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Walt Whitman

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