As One, Who, Journeying Westward With The Sun, Beholds At Length From The Up-Towering Hills, Far-Off, A Land Unspeakable Beauty Fills, Circean Peaks And Vales Of Avalon: And, Sinking Weary, Watches, One By One, The Big Seas Beat Between; And Knows It Skills No More To Try; That Now, As Heaven Wills, This Is The Helpless End, That All Is Done: So 'Tis With Him, Whom Long A Vision Led In Quest Of Beauty; And Who Finds At Last She Lies Beyond His Effort; All The Waves Of All The World Between Them: While The Dead, The Myriad Dead, Who People All The Past With Failure, Hail Him From Forgotten Graves.