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Reconciliation



Word over all, beautiful as the sky,
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil鈥檇 world;
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin鈥擨 draw near,
Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.

  • Whitman, Walt. "Reconciliation." In Leaves of Grass, 258. New York, NY: Bantam Books, 1983. Bantam Classic Edition.
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