Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order
⁠(Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?)
And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter,
⁠And the faces of the Sisters with the dust upon their hair?

(Now and not hereafter, while the breath is in our nostrils,
⁠Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by—
Let us now remember many honourable women,
⁠Such as bade us turn again when we were like to die.)