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Over and through the burial chant,

Organ and solemn service, sermon, bending priests,

To me come interpolation sounds not in the show⁠—plainly to me, crowding up the aisle and from the window,

Of sudden battle’s hurry and harsh noises⁠—war’s grim game to sight and ear in earnest;

The scout call’d up and forward⁠—the general mounted and his aids around him⁠—the new-brought word⁠—the instantaneous order issued;

The rifle crack⁠—the cannon thud⁠—the rushing forth of men from their tents;

The clank of cavalry⁠—the strange celerity of forming ranks⁠—the slender bugle note;

The sound of horses’ hoofs departing⁠—saddles, arms, accoutrements.