That happy hour to me is sweet
When thus I slept alone
And with that angel hope to meet
The dead who are unknown.
Poetry
As the Civil War raged, poet Walt Whitman set up shop in the Union capital and volunteered in the city’s war-time hospitals.
That happy hour to me is sweet
When thus I slept alone
And with that angel hope to meet
The dead who are unknown.
As the Civil War raged, poet Walt Whitman set up shop in the Union capital and volunteered in the city’s war-time hospitals.
