Unrisen

For to the North I saw the town on fire, And its red light made morning pallid now, […] And now the horsemen come—and all was done Swifter than I have spoken—I beheld Their red swords flash in the unrisen sun.

High above all else, the domes of the Sacred Heart were white with the rays of the unrisen sun, like those of the City which came down from God. It was so different from the cheerful Paris of broad daylight that she was drawing back with a shudder, when over the Pont de la Concorde she discerned the approach of a motor-brougham.

It went now between long straight ramparts of hills that showed enormous and dark against a sky cleared to twilight by the unrisen moon.