Bivouac on a Mountain Side
1819-1892
I see before me now a traveling army halting,
Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer,
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,
Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen,
The numerous camp-fires scatter'd near and far, some away up on the
mountain,
The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized, flickering,
And over all the sky--the sky! far, far out of reach, studded,
breaking out, the eternal stars.
DayPoems Poem No. 2026
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2026.html">Bivouac on a Mountain Side by Walt Whitman</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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