The Unillumined Verge by Robert Bridges.

To a Friend Dying.

Part 2 of 3.

We are almost there—our last walk on this height—
I must bid you good-bye at that cross on the mountain.
See the sun glowing red, and the pulsating light
Fill the valley, and rise like the flood in a fountain!

And it shines in your face and illumines your soul;
We are comrades as ever, right here at your going;
You may rest if you will within sight of the goal,
While I must return to my oar and the rowing.