To northward.

They glowed faintly, for the day

Was ending, and the shadows of the rocks

Were stretched out to the very feet of night.

Yet, far away, to southward, I could see

The swollen Oxus, like a vanishing snake

That slid away in slippery streaks and gleams

Through his grey reed-beds to the setting sun.

Earthward we moved; and, in the tawny plain,

Before me, like a lanthorn of dark fire