{"id":310,"date":"2010-03-27T22:10:24","date_gmt":"2010-03-27T22:10:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=310"},"modified":"2010-03-27T22:10:24","modified_gmt":"2010-03-27T22:10:24","slug":"a-sight-in-camp-in-the-daybreak-gray-and-dim-by-walt-whitman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/a-sight-in-camp-in-the-daybreak-gray-and-dim-by-walt-whitman\/","title":{"rendered":"A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim by Walt Whitman"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Walt Whitman (1819-1892)<\/p>\n

A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim<\/p>\n

A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
\nAs from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,
\nAs slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent,
\nThree forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,
\nOver each the blanket spread, ample brownish woolen blanket,
\nGray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.<\/p>\n

Curious I halt and silent stand,
\nThen with light fingers I from the face of the nearest the first
\njust lift the blanket;
\nWho are you elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-gray’d hair,
\nand flesh all sunken about the eyes?
\nWho are you my dear comrade?<\/p>\n

Then to the second I step?and who are you my child and darling?
\nWho are you sweet boy with cheeks yet blooming?<\/p>\n

Then to the third?a face nor child nor old, very calm, as of
\nbeautiful yellow-white ivory;
\nYoung man I think I know you?I think this face is the face of the
\nChrist himself,
\nDead and divine and brother of all, and here again he lies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Walt Whitman (1819-1892) A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, Three forms I see on stretchers lying,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-310","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-whitman"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=310"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/310\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}