Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 11. 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.

1. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 14. Portals
2. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 6. As If a Phantom Caress'd Me
3. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 13. Weave in, My Hardy Life
4. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 21. As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days
5. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!

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