The different shapes of white and hasty clouds
Are letting see the blue and shiny sky
Just here and there and only for a bit
To show the sun is up and lights the day. ...
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.