Passed to a farther vale.

Never complaining, and stepped up to bed
    More and more slow, a tall and sunburnt man
Grown bony and bearded, knowing you would be dead
    Before the summer, glad your life began
    Even thus to end, after so short a span,
        And mused a space serenely,
        Then fell to easy slumber,
At peace, content. For never again your head
        Need make another plan.