Look Down, Fair Moon

Walt Whitman

   LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;
   Pour softly down night's nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen,
         purple;
   On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss'd wide,
   Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.

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