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. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 21. As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days
2. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 37. Delicate Cluster
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 6. Apparitions
4. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 6. As If a Phantom Caress'd Me
5. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 16. Now Finale to the Shore

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