Until he stood at last as lone,
As solitary and unknown,
As some lost ship upon the main.
O there was grandeur in his air,
An old-time splendor in his eye,
When he had climb'd the bleak, the high,
The rock-built bastions of the plain,
And thrown a-back his blown white hair,
And halting turn'd to look again.
And long, from out his lofty place,