Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

119. Bivouac on a Mountain Side

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.