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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Bathed in War's Perfume

BATHED in war’s perfume—delicate flag!
O to hear you call the sailors and the soldiers! flag like
        a beautiful woman!
O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million answering men!
        O the ships they arm with joy!
O to see you leap and beckon from the tall masts of
        ships!
O to see you peering down on the sailors on the decks!
Flag like the eyes of women.

Drum-Taps

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