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 Shall come to the secret place

Of the corpse in the foeman's land.

Watch and fast, march and fight—clutch your gun?

Day-fights and night-fights; sore is the strees;

Look, through the pines what line comes on?

Longstreet slants through the hauntedness?

'Tis charge for charge, and shout for yell:

Such battles on battles oppress—

But Heaven lent strength, the Right strove well,

And emerged from the Wilderness.

Emerged, for the way was won;

But the Pillar of Smoke that led

Was brand-like with ghosts that went up

Ashy and red.

None can narrate that strife in the pines,

A seal is on it—Sabaean lore!

Obscure as the wood, the entangled rhyme

But hints at the maze of war—

Vivid glimpses or livid through peopled gloom,

And fires which creep and char—

A riddle of death, of which the slain

Sole solvers are.