A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,
As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent,
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,
Over each the blanket...

Poet: Walt Whitman

Best Things dwell out of Sight

The Pearl — the Just — Our Thought.


Most shun the Public Air

Legitimate, and Rare —


The Capsule of the Wind

The Capsule of the Mind


Exhibit here, as doth a...

Poet:

Out of sight? What of that?

See the Bird — reach it!

Curve by Curve — Sweep by Sweep —

Round the Steep Air —

Danger! What is that to Her?

Better 'tis to fail — there —

Than debate — here —

...

Poet:

There are two Ripenings — one — of sight —

Whose forces Spheric wind

Until the Velvet product

Drop spicy to the ground —

A homelier maturing —

A process in the Bur —

That teeth of Frosts alone disclose...

Poet: