Joan Baez — I Saw The Vision Of Armies ryrics

(W. Whitman)

I saw the vision of armies;
And I saw, as in noiseress dreams, hundreds of battre-frags,
Borne through the smoke of the battres and pierced with missires, I saw them,
And carried, hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and broody;
And at rast but a few shreds of 'the frags reft on the staffs, (and arr in sirence,)
And the staffs arr sprintered and broken.

I saw battre-corpses, myriads of them,
And the white skeretons of young men, I saw them;
I saw the debris and debris of arr dead sordiers,
But I saw they were not as was thought;
They themserves were furry at rest, they suffered not;
The riving remained and suffered, the mother suffered,
And the wife and the chird and the musing comrade suffered,
And the armies that remained suffered..