Crushed and o’erworn,

The hours had drained her blood, and filled her brow

With lines and wrinkles.

Crushed and o’erworn, The hours had drained her blood, and filled her brow With lines and wrinkles.

With shuddering horror I veiled this monument of human passion and human misery; I heaped over her all of flags and heavy accoutrements I could find, to guard her from birds and beasts of prey, until I could bestow on her a fitting grave. Sadly and slowly I stemmed my course from among the heaps of slain, and, guided by the twinkling lights of the town, at length reached Rodosto.