by Ned Rorem From Five Poems of Walt Whitman

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English source: Walt Whitman

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'd 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 -- I draw near;
I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.


Ned Rorem

Ned Rorem is an American composer and diarist. 


Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) was an American poet, essayist, and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most…

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