Two pilgrims on a pleasant road set forth: <br />Green was the herbage by their journey--side; <br />Through deep and shrubby dells their way they plied, <br />Fenced from the biting of the ruthless north; <br />At length said one, ``I would that we were high <br />On yonder hill, whence we might look out wide <br />On towns and plains, even to the distant tide <br />Of Ocean, bordered by the vaulting sky.'' <br />Thus parted they:--one by the aldered brook <br />Wandered in easeful calm; the other wound <br />Up the rock--path, with many a backward look <br />Tracing his progress, till no envious bound <br />Forbade his sight, and from the mountain--head <br />Earth, sea, and sky, in mighty prospect spread.<br /><br />Henry Alford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxxi-the-two-lots/
