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
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt in places, rising
Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes, dingily
The numerous camp-fires scatter'd near and far, some away up on the
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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