Thou shalt behold her in a loftier place,
This mountain summit, smiling and serene.”
“Good Guide,” said I, “then let us mend our pace,
I feel no more my weariness: o'er us
The mountain shadow grows and hides mine own.”
“We will go forward”—he gave answer thus—
“Far as we can, ere this day's light be gone;
But thy thought wanders from the fact. That height
Ere thou canst gain, thou shalt behold the day's
Returning orb, who now so hides his light