Dim time before the dark, when the wide west
Fades where illimitable skies suggest
Days vanished in the beauty of belief.
As one unto a battle come, that stands
Aloof awhile, beholding friend and foe
Clashing in conflict, till his soul commands
He, too, prest on whither the bugles blow,
Lifting his eyes sees over wasted lands
Life's dust and shadow drifting to and fro.