They could not leave him. After he was gone,
The two remaining found a fallen stem;
And Enoch’s comrade, careless of himself,
Fire-hollowing this in Indian fashion, fell
Sun-stricken, and that other lived alone. 570
In those two deaths he read God’s warning ‘wait.’
The mountain wooded to the peak, the lawns
And winding glades high up like ways to Heaven,
The slender coco’s drooping crown of plumes,
The lightning flash of insect and of bird, 575