What deepest remains

Not my photo, promise to link to its source as soon as I find.

It made me seek a quote to match the melancholy of this last eve before the family arrives and the holidays descend on me, and my house.

Mind wanders, pick a book:

Whitman from "The Dresser"
"Of those armies so rapid, so wondrous, what saw you to tell us?

What stays with you the latest and deepeset? Of curious panics,

Of hard-fought-engagements, of seiges tremendous, what deepest remains?"