I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting; <br /> Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of <br /> summer; <br /> Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt in places, rising <br /> high; <br /> Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes, dingily <br /> seen; <br /> The numerous camp-fires scatter'd near and far, some away up on the <br /> mountain; <br /> The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized flickering; <br /> And over all, the sky--the sky! far, far out of reach, studded, <br /> breaking out, the eternal stars.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vicouac-on-a-mountain-side/
