To us who stood low in that hollow dell,
He had become invisible,—a pomp
Leaving behind of yellow radiance spread
Over[411] the mountain sides, in contrast bold
With ample shadows, seemingly, no less
Than those resplendent lights, his rich bequest;
A dispensation of his evening power.
—Adown the path that[412] from the glen had led
The funeral train, the Shepherd and his Mate
Were seen descending:—forth to greet them ran[413]