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.