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.