I saw his round mouth's crimson deepen as it fell, <br />Like a Sun, in his last deep hour; <br />Watched the magnificent recession of farewell, <br />Clouding, half gleam, half glower, <br />And a last splendour burn the heavens of his cheek. <br />And in his eyes <br />The cold stars lighting, very old and bleak, <br />In different skies.<br /><br />Wilfred Owen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-saw-his-round-mouth-s-crimson/
