Round the cape of a sudden came the sea,
And the sun looked over the mountain's rim:
And straight was a path of gold for him,
And the need of a world of men for me.
The “him” isn’t elaborated; we only know that this mystery person is clear in his aims; to make money. The “gold” is, ironically, an echo of the beauty of sunrise; one is prosaic, one romantic.
Parting at Morning