Vigil strange I kept on the field one night;
Walt Whitman-Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night
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…
Tales from a Mid-Lifer 
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