"Bivouac on a Mountainside"

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.

--Walt Whitman

"Walter 'Walt' Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892) was an American poet, essayist and journalist. A humanist, he was a part of the transition between transcendentalism and realism, incorporating both views in his works. Whitman is among the most influential poets in the American canon, often called the father of free verse.^[1] His work was very controversial in its time, particularly his poetry collection Leaves of Grass, which was described as obscene for its overt sexuality."

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