little you know what
it is this day, and after
this day, forever
Adapted from this passage in poem, Song of the Banner at Daybreak, as published in The complete writings of Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman (G.P. Putnam’s Sons, New York, 1902).
Little you know what it is this day, and after this day, forever,
It is to gain nothing, but risk and defy every thing,
Forward to stand in front of wars — and O, such wars! — what have you to do with them?
With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?
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