If you come up out the north side of the Dupont Circle Metro station, you are likely to notice (at least part of) an inscription than rings the stone wall at the top. It reads:
Thus in silence in dreams’ projections, Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals;
The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night – some are so young;
Some suffer so much – I recall the experience sweet and sad,…
It’s from the last section sometime D.C.-resident Walt Whitman’s “The Wound Dresser” from Leaves of Grass — had there been more room we’d get the end…
(Many a soldier’s loving arms about this neck have cross’d and rested,
Many a soldier’s kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)