Await yon full-moon of the night-to-be.
(.... far ... and far ... and far ...)
These are the solemn horizons of man’s ways,
These the horizons of solemn thought to me.
(O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun,
She is not by, to know my task is done!)
And this the hill she visited, as friend;
And this the hill she lingered on, as bride—
Down in the yellow valley is the end:
They laid her ... in no evening autumn tide ...