With a thousand pains that vision's face was grained, yet no blood reached there from the upper ground. And no guns thumped or down the flues moaned.

惊恐中担心想象中的那些脸庞有了细纹，前方的战场上没有血流成河。没有枪炮的轰鸣，或者向下指着的冒烟的枪口下的哀求。