—Wide pools that in the sun-splashed foot hills lay,
Sheep-dotted downs, soft-piled, and rolling heath,
River and shining weir and steeples grey
And the green waves of forest Far away
Distance rose heaped on distance: nearer hand,
The white roads leading down to a new land.
CANTO VI
1
The sun was high in heaven and Dymer stood
A bright speck on the endless mountain-side.