Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Vicouac On A Mountain Side - Poem by Walt Whitman


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.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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