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 "id": "walt-whitman/old-war-dreams",
 "title": "Old War-Dreams",
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 "poet": "Walt Whitman",
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 "language": "en",
 "book": "Leaves of Grass",
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 "sequence": 271,
 "container": "From Noon to Starry Night",
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 "first_published": {
  "year": 1867,
  "venue": "Leaves of Grass (New York, 1867)",
  "note": "Located in this edition by matching this text's lines against the Whitman Archive transcription of the 1867 Chapin edition (ppp.00473). The corpus text follows the 1891–92 arrangement, by which the poem had been revised. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  ]
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  "file": "from-noon-to-starry-night.xhtml",
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   "https://archive.org/details/leavesgrass03whitgoog"
  ],
  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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 "verification": {
  "level": "structural-only",
  "last_checked": "2026-08-12"
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   {
    "text": "In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of the dead on their backs with arms extended wide,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I dream, I dream, I dream.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Of scenes of Nature, fields and mountains,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of skies so beauteous after a storm, and at night the moon so unearthly bright,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Shining sweetly, shining down, where we dig the trenches and gather the heaps,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I dream, I dream, I dream.",
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   }
  ],
  [
   {
    "text": "Long have they pass’d, faces and trenches and fields,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composure, or away from the fallen,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Onward I sped at the time⁠—but now of their forms at night,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I dream, I dream, I dream.",
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