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.