And thirty miles to westward, the grey cloud + 

Flushed into answering pink. Long shadows streamed + 

From every hill, and the low-hanging shroud + 

Of mist along the valleys broke and steamed + 

Gold-flecked to heaven. Far off the armour gleamed + 

Like glass upon the dead man’s back. But now + 

The sentinel ran forward, hand to brow. + 