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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As Toilsome I Wander'd</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods,<br> To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas<br> autumn,)<br> I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier,<br> Mortally wounded he, and buried on the retreat, (easily all could I<br> understand;)<br> The halt of a mid-day hour, when up! no time to lose--yet this sign<br> left,<br> On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave,<br> Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=534958" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering;<br> Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of life;<br> Yet at times through changeful season and scene, abrupt, alone, or in<br> the crowded street, 10<br> Comes before me the unknown soldier's grave--comes the inscription<br> rude in Virginia's woods,<br> Bold, cautious, true, and my loving comrade.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a></strong></div>

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