The Last Atom of the Priestly Taper Shone Fitful and Yellow for a Moment Upon the Dead Isabel, and Then Went Out

"The english camp was all asleep, tired and heavy with the bygone battle. The listless pickets on the misty distant mounds hung drooping over their piled spears." "I saw my weapon shining with a pale refulgence, and by all the gods, the walls of the tent were a shimmer with pale lustre". 'And there, there, across the bier, though you tell me i lie a thousand times, there, calm, refulgent, looking gently in the dead girl's face,. splendid in her ruddy savage beauty'