The Bravest Soldiers

By Walt Whitman

This latent mine — these unlaunch'd voices — passionate powers,

Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout,

( Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,)

These ocean waves arousable to fury and to death,

Or sooth'd to ease and sheeny sun and sleep,

Within the pallid slivers slumbering.