ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train, <br /> All emblematic of peace--not a soldier or menial among them. <br /> <br /> One sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse white hair, <br /> He has the simple magnificence of health and strength, <br /> His face strikes as with flashes of lightning whoever it turns <br /> toward. <br /> <br /> Three old men slowly pass, followed by three others, and they by <br /> three others, <br /> They are beautiful--the one in the middle of each group holds his <br /> companions by the hand, <br /> As they walk, they give out perfume wherever they walk.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-sweeps-by/
