The Bivouac's Flame (Poem by Walter Whitman)

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The Bivouac's Flame
By Walter Whitman


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 fire — the 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 death — of 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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