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 returnd, with a look I shall never forget;
One touch of your hand to mine, O boy, reachd up as you lay on the ground;
Then onward I sped in the battle, the even-contested battle;
Till late in the night relievd, to the place at last again I made my way;
Found you in death so cold, dear comradefound your body, son of responding kisses,
(never
again on earth responding;)
Bared your face in the starlightcurious the scenecool blew the moderate
night-wind;
Long there and then in vigil I stood, dimly around me the battlefield spreading;
Vigil wondrous and vigil sweet, there in the fragrant silent night;
But not a tear fell, not even a long-drawn sighLong, long I gazed;
Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my chin in my hands;
Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you, dearest comradeNot a tear,
not a
word;
Vigil of silence, love and deathvigil for you my son and my soldier,
As onward silently stars aloft, eastward new ones upward stole;
Vigil final for you, brave boy, (I could not save you, swift was your death,
I faithfully loved you and cared for you livingI think we shall surely meet again;)
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appeard,
My comrade I wrapt in his blanket, envelopd well his form,
Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head, and carefully under feet;
And there and then, and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug
grave I
deposited;
Ending my vigil strange with thatvigil of night and battlefield dim;
Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding;)
Vigil for comrade swiftly slainvigil I never forget, how as day brightend,
I rose from the chill ground, and folded my soldier well in his blanket,
And buried him where he fell.
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field.
written byWalt Whitman
© Walt Whitman