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By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame.

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 left 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
By the bivouac's fitful flame.
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