1:07:06
March to the bridge.
1:07:08
It now draws towards night.
1:07:10
Beyond the river
we'll encamp ourselves...
1:07:13
and on tomorrow...
1:07:18
bid them march away.
1:08:16
Now entertain
conjecture of a time...
1:08:19
when creeping murmur
and the poring dark...
1:08:22
fills the wide vessel
of the universe.
1:08:27
From camp to camp through
the foul womb of night...
1:08:30
the hum of either army
stilly sounds...
1:08:33
that the fixed sentinels
almost receive...
1:08:37
the secret whispers
of each other's watch.
1:08:40
Fire answers fire,
1:08:42
and through their paly flames,
1:08:44
each battle sees
the other's umbered face.
1:08:47
Steed threatens steed
in high and boastful neighs,
1:08:50
piercing the night's dull ear.
1:08:52
And from the tents,
1:08:55
the armorers,
accomplishing the knights,
1:08:58
with busy hammers closing rivets up
give dreadful note of preparation.