Bivouac on a Mountain SideI 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 themountain,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.
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 themountain,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.