Yond

Nightly she sings on yond Pomgranet tree,

Last night of all, When yond same star that’s westward from the pole Had made his course t' illume that part of heaven.

See you yond coign o' the Capitol, yond corner-stone?

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.

Emongst the shepheard swaynes, then wexeth wood & yond