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` If I have spilled my life , ' he thought , ` the unfamiliar eyes of the land and sky will gather it up again . ' Turning to Helena , he found her face white and shining as the empty moon . _ Chapter 17 _ Towards morning , Siegmund went to sleep . For four hours , until seven o'clock , the womb of sleep received him and nourished him again . ` But it is finest of all to wake , ' he said , as the bright sunshine of the window , and the lumining green sunshine coming through the lifted hands of the leaves , challenged him into the open . The morning was exceedingly fair , and it looked at him so gently that his blue eyes trembled with self-pity . A fragment of scarlet geranium glanced up at him as he passed , so that amid the vermilion tyranny of the uniform it wore he could see the eyes of the flower , wistful , offering him love , as one sometimes see the eyes of a man beneath the brass helmet of a soldier , and is startled .