Interpolation Sounds

By Walt Whitman

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 aides 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.