When
you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,
One
look I but gave which your dear eyes return’d with a look I shall never forget,
One
touch of your hand to mine O boy, reach’d up as you lay on the ground.”—
American
poet and
Civil War volunteer nurse Walt Whitman (1819-1892), “Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night,” from Drum-Taps (1864)
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