Close in the rear it soared, a Titan still,

Whose hand-in-pocket saunter kept the pace.

Distinct along the southern rim of space

A low ridge lay, the crest of the divide.

What rest and plenty on the other side!

Through what lush valleys ran what crystal brooks!

And there in virgin meadows wayside nooks

With leaf and purple cluster dulled the light!

All day it seemed that distant Pisgah Height

Retreated, and the tall butte dogged the rear.