Walt Whitman - Bivouac On A Mountain Side lyrics

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