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ENOCH ARDEN.
Him running on thus hopefully she heard,
And almost hoped herself; but when he turn’d
The current of his talk to graver things
In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing
On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard,
Heard and not heard him; as the village girl,
Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring,
Musing on him that used to fill it for her,
Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow.
And almost hoped herself; but when he turn’d
The current of his talk to graver things
In sailor fashion roughly sermonizing
On providence and trust in Heaven, she heard,
Heard and not heard him; as the village girl,
Who sets her pitcher underneath the spring,
Musing on him that used to fill it for her,
Hears and not hears, and lets it overflow.
At length she spoke ‘O Enoch, you are wise;
And yet for all your wisdom well know I
That I shall look upon your face no more.’
And yet for all your wisdom well know I
That I shall look upon your face no more.’
‘Well then,’ said Enoch, ‘I shall look on yours.
Annie, the ship I sail in passes here
(He named the day) get you a seaman’s glass,
Spy out my face, and laugh at all your fears.’
Annie, the ship I sail in passes here
(He named the day) get you a seaman’s glass,
Spy out my face, and laugh at all your fears.’
But when the last of those last moments came,
