A poem by Walt Whitman
, from his Leaves of Grass
. This is in the brief "Memories of President Lincoln
" section, along with its more famous brothers O Captain! My Captain!
and When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
. It is subtitled: (May 4, 1865)
, that being about 3 weeks after Lincoln's assassination
Hush'd be the camps to-day,
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.