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AS I ponder’d in silence, 
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, 
A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful aspect, 
Terrible in beauty, age, and power, 
The genius of poets of old lands,
As to me directing like flame its eyes, 
With finger pointing to many immortal songs, 
And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said; 
Know’st thou not, there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards? 
And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,
The making of perfect soldiers? 
  
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Be it so, then I answer’d, 
I too, haughty Shade, also sing war—and a longer and greater one than
	any, 
Waged in my book with varying fortune—with flight, advance, and
	retreat—Victory deferr’d and wavering, 
(Yet, methinks, certain, or as good as certain, at the last,)—The
	field the world;
For life and death—for the Body, and for the eternal Soul, 
Lo! too am come, chanting the chant of battles, 
I, above all, promote brave soldiers.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 2. As I Ponder’d in Silence.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 1. Inscriptions
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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