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ENOCH ARDEN.
Thro’ all his future; but now hastily caught
His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way.
His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way.
She when the day, that Enoch mention’d, came,
Borrow’d a glass, but all in vain: perhaps
She could not fix the glass to suit her eye;
Perhaps her eye was dim, hand tremulous;
She saw him not: and while he stood on deck
Waving, the moment and the vessel past.
Borrow’d a glass, but all in vain: perhaps
She could not fix the glass to suit her eye;
Perhaps her eye was dim, hand tremulous;
She saw him not: and while he stood on deck
Waving, the moment and the vessel past.
Ev’n to the last dip of the vanishing sail
She watch’d it, and departed weeping for him;
Then, tho’ she mourn’d his absence as his grave,
Set her sad will no less to chime with his,
But throve not in her trade, not being bred
To barter, nor compensating the want
By shrewdness, neither capable of lies,
Nor asking overmuch and taking less,
And still foreboding ‘what would Enoch say?’
For more than once, in days of difficulty
She watch’d it, and departed weeping for him;
Then, tho’ she mourn’d his absence as his grave,
Set her sad will no less to chime with his,
But throve not in her trade, not being bred
To barter, nor compensating the want
By shrewdness, neither capable of lies,
Nor asking overmuch and taking less,
And still foreboding ‘what would Enoch say?’
For more than once, in days of difficulty
