I. "Oh Captain ! My Captain!"
II. "Beat! Beat! Drums!"
III. Dirge for Two Veterans
THE last sunbeam
|Lightly falls from the finish’d Sabbath,|
|On the pavement here—and there beyond, it is looking,|
|Down a new-made double grave.|
Lo! the moon ascending!
|Up from the east, the silvery round moon;|
|Beautiful over the house tops, ghastly phantom moon;|
|Immense and silent moon.|
I see a sad procession,
|And I hear the sound of coming full-key’d bugles;||10|
|All the channels of the city streets they’re flooding,|
|As with voices and with tears.|
I hear the great drums pounding,
|And the small drums steady whirring;|
|And every blow of the great convulsive drums,||15|
|Strikes me through and through.|
For the son is brought with the father;
|In the foremost ranks of the fierce assault they fell;|
|Two veterans, son and father, dropt together,|
|And the double grave awaits them.||20|
Now nearer blow the bugles,
|And the drums strike more convulsive;|
|And the day-light o’er the pavement quite has faded,|
|And the strong dead-march enwraps me.|
In the eastern sky up-buoying,
|The sorrowful vast phantom moves illumin’d;|
|(’Tis some mother’s large, transparent face,|
|In heaven brighter growing.)|
O strong dead-march, you please me!
|O moon immense, with your silvery face you soothe me!||30|
|O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial!|
|What I have I also give you.|
The moon gives you light,
|And the bugles and the drums give you music;|
|And my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans,||35|
|My heart gives you love.|
IV. "Come up from the fields, father"