NESTOR

"He stepped swiftly off, his eyes coming to blue life as they passed a broad sunbeam. He faced about and back again.
- Dying, he said again, if not dead by now.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's windingsheet.
His eyes open wide in vision stared sternly across the sunbeam in which he halted." (U2.352)