Adieu to a Soldier - Walt Whitman

(Excerpt below)

Adieu dear comrade,
Your mission is fulfill'd--but I, more warlike,
Myself and this contentious soul of mine,
Still on our own campaigning bound,
Through untried roads with ambushes opponents lined,
Through many a sharp defeat and many a crisis, often baffled,
Here marching, ever marching on, a war fight out--aye here,
To fiercer, weightier battles give expression.

By Emily Dickinson (1830 to 1886)

Much madness is divinest sense

To a discerning eye;

Much sense the starkest madness.

’T is the majority

In this, as all, prevails

Assent, and you are sane;

Demur - you ’re straightway dangerous,

And handled with a chain.

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