BY the bivouac's fitful flame,
A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;--but first
I note,
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Lyrically written, Whitman reflects on the continuing procession of bivouac and ongoing war.
This is a solemn and compact reflection on a evening between the fury of one battle and the next. The scene is beautifully set and the reflection is profound.
' While wind in procession........are far away'.....Those are the thoughts that have occupied peoples mind in all ages.