While wind in procession thoughts, O     tender and wonderous 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.

(By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame 436)
Image ID: LC-DIG-cwpb-00307
Antietam, Md. Battlefield on the day of the battle