LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;
Pour softly down night's nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen,
purple;
On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss'd wide,
Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.
More verses by Walt Whitman
- So Far And So Far, And On Toward The End
- One Song, America, Before I Go
- As I Ponder'D In Silence
- How Solemn As One By One
- Debris
