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By The Bivouac's Fitful Flame

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BY the bivouac's fitful flame,
A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;--but first
I note,
The tents of the sleeping army, the fields' and woods' dim outline,
The darkness, lit by spots of kindled fire--the silence;
Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving;
The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my eyes they seem to be stealthily
watching me;)
While wind in procession thoughts, O tender and wondrous thoughts,
Of life and death--of home and the past and loved, and of those that
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Ruta Mohapatra 18 April 2018
' While wind in procession........are far away'.....Those are the thoughts that have occupied peoples mind in all ages.
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Jane Moon 14 May 2009
Lyrically written, Whitman reflects on the continuing procession of bivouac and ongoing war.
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Robert Howard 02 November 2006
This is a solemn and compact reflection on a evening between the fury of one battle and the next. The scene is beautifully set and the reflection is profound.
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