Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
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Osceola

 When his hour for death had come,
 He slowly rais'd himself from the bed on the floor,
 Drew on his war-dress, shirt, leggings, and girdled the belt around
 his waist,
 Call'd for vermilion paint (his looking-glass was held before him,)
 Painted half his face and neck, his wrists, and back-hands.
 Put the scalp-knife carefully in his belt--then lying down, resting
 moment,
 Rose again, half sitting, smiled, gave in silence his extended hand
 to each and all,
 Sank faintly low to the floor (tightly grasping the tomahawk handle,)
 Fix'd his look on wife and little children--the last:
 
 (And here a line in memory of his name and death.)