Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.
Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.
I tramp a perpetual journey.
The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.
All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.