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Walt Whitman - Cavalry Crossing A Ford
Work rating: Medium

A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;
They take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the sun—Hark to
         the musical clank;
Behold the silvery river—in it the splashing horses, loitering, stop
         to drink;
Behold the brown-faced men—each group, each person, a picture—the
         negligent rest on the saddles;
Some emerge on the opposite bank—others are just entering the ford—
         while,
Scarlet, and blue, and snowy white,
The guidon flags flutter gaily in the wind.
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