I see before me now a traveling army halting, <br />Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer, <br />Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high, <br />Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes dingily seen, <br />The numerous camp-fires scatter'd near and far, some away up on the 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, breaking out, the eternal stars.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bivouac-on-a-mountain-side/
