object:1.whitman - By The Bivouacs Fitful Flame
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
class:chapter
BY the bivouac's fitful flame,
A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;but first
I note,
The tents of the sleeping army, the fields' and woods' dim outline,
The darkness, lit by spots of kindled firethe silence;
Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving;
The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my eyes they seem to be stealthily
watching me
While wind in procession thoughts, O tender and wondrous thoughts,
Of life and deathof home and the past and loved, and of those that
are far away;
A solemn and slow procession there as I sit on the ground,
By the bivouac's fitful flame.
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