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ENOCH ARDEN.
And sent her sweetly by the golden isles,
Till silent in her oriental haven.
Till silent in her oriental haven.
There Enoch traded for himself, and bought
Quaint monsters for the market of those times,
A gilded dragon, also, for the babes.
Quaint monsters for the market of those times,
A gilded dragon, also, for the babes.
Less lucky her home-voyage: at first indeed
Thro’ many a fair sea-circle, day by day,
Scarce-rocking, her full-busted figure-head
Stared o’er the ripple feathering from her bows:
Then follow’d calms, and then winds variable,
Then baffling, a long course of them; and last
Storm, such as drove her under moonless heavens
Till hard upon the cry of ‘breakers’ came
The crash of ruin, and the loss of all
But Enoch and two others. Half the night,
Buoy’d upon floating tackle and broken spars,
These drifted, stranding on an isle at morn
Rich, but the loneliest in a lonely sea.
Thro’ many a fair sea-circle, day by day,
Scarce-rocking, her full-busted figure-head
Stared o’er the ripple feathering from her bows:
Then follow’d calms, and then winds variable,
Then baffling, a long course of them; and last
Storm, such as drove her under moonless heavens
Till hard upon the cry of ‘breakers’ came
The crash of ruin, and the loss of all
But Enoch and two others. Half the night,
Buoy’d upon floating tackle and broken spars,
These drifted, stranding on an isle at morn
Rich, but the loneliest in a lonely sea.
