But he always looked for Kelceys whenever he fought.⁠ ⁠… Clay Wingate slept in his cloak and dreamed of a girl With Sally’s face and Lucy Weatherby’s mouth And waked again To know today there would be continual guns. Continual guns, silent so brief a moment, Speak again, now, For now your ignorance Drowns out the little voices of human creatures. Jackson slips from the Valley where he has played A dazzling game against Banks and Shield and Frémont And threatened the chess-game-king of Washington Till strong pieces meant to join in McClellan’s game Are held to defend that king. And now the two, Jackson and Lee, strike hard for Seven Days At the host come up from its ships, come up from the sea To take the city set on a deck of land, Till the deck is soaked and red with a bloody juice. And the host goes back. You can read in the histories How the issue wavered, the fog of tiny events,