He had not much aesthetic sense; but he had enough to be impressed by the slow paling of the stars over space that seemed infinite, so little were its dreamy confines visible in the May morning haze, where the quivering crimson flags and spears of sunrise were forging up in a march upon the sky.

That vision of the English land at dawn, wide and mysterious, hardly tallied with Mr.Cuthcott's view of a future dedicate to Park and Garden City.
While Derek stood there gazing, the first lark soared up and began its ecstatic praise.

Save for that song, silence possessed all the driven dark, right out to the Severn and the sea, and the fastnesses of the Welsh hills, and the Wrekin, away in the north, a black point in the gray.

For a moment dark and light hovered and clung together.

Would victory wing back into night or on into day?
Then, as a town is taken, all was over in one overmastering rush, and light proclaimed.