Bivouac 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 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.