Walt Whitman,
Song of Myself
(1855)
“ The slow march play'd at the head of the association marching two and two, (They go to guard some corpse, the flag-tops are draped with black muslin.) I hear the violoncello, ('tis the young man's heart's complaint,) I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears,It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my belly and breast. ”
