In Midnight Sleep

Read 'In Midnight Sleep' by 'Walt Whitman' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

In Midnight Sleep by Walt Whitman

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IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish, 
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded—of that indescribable look; 
Of the dead on their backs, with arms extended wide, 
 I dream, I dream, I dream. 

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Of scenes of nature, fields and mountains;
Of skies, so beauteous after a storm—and at night the moon so unearthly bright, 
Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather the heaps, 
 I dream, I dream, I dream. 

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Long, long have they pass’d—faces and trenches and fields; 
Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure—or away from the fallen,
Onward I sped at the time—But now of their forms at night, 
 I dream, I dream, I dream.

Form: Free verse

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