He’d have to get back to the regiment pretty soon. He couldn’t stay here. They none of them wanted him here. He’d have to get back. But he didn’t know where to go. They could tell him how to get back to Pittsburg Landing But how did he know if the army was there or not? He didn’t even know who’d won in the battle, And, if the Rebs had won, he’d be captured again As soon as he got on a road. Well, he’d have to chance it. He couldn’t stay here and fall in love with Melora.

Melora came walking down the crooked path With a long shadow before her. It was the hour When the heat is out of the gold of afternoon And the cooled gold has not yet turned into grey, The hour of the paused tide, neither flow nor ebb, The flower beginning to close but not yet closed.

He saw her carry her fairy head aloft Against that descending gold, He saw the long shadow that her slight body made.