ENOCH ARDEN. ONG lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a moulder'd church; and higher A long street climbs to one tall-tower'd mill. Here on this beach a hundred years ago, Three children of three houses played Among the waste and lumber of the shore. A narrow cave ran in beneath the cliff: When, if they quarrel'd, Enoch stronger-made But when the dawn of rosy childhood past, Once, on a golden autumn eventide, With bag and sack and basket, great and small, So these were wed, and merrily rang the bells, And merrily ran the years, seven happy years. Then came a change, as all things human change. Another hand had crept across his trade Taking her bread and his: and on him fell, Altho' a grave and staid God-fearing man, Yet lying thus inactive, doubt and gloom. He seemed, as in a nightmare of the night, To see his children leading evermore Low miserable lives of hand to mouth, And her he loved a beggar: then he prayed 'Save them from this, whatever comes to me.' And while he pray'd, the master of that ship Then first since Enoch's golden ring had girt And Enoch faced that morning of farewell 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." "Well then," said Enoch, "I shall look on yours. Annie, the ship I sail in passes hereHe named the day;-get you a seaman's glass, Spy out my face and laugh at all your fears." Enoch rose, Cast his strong arms about his drooping wife, His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. She, when the day that Enoch mention'd, came, Borrowed 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 passed. Now the third child was sickly born and grew Yet sicklier. Ere she was aware,― Like the caged bird escaping suddenly, In that same week when Annie buried it, Philip's true heart, which hungered for her peace (Since Enoch left he had not looked upon her), Smote him, as having kept aloof so long. "Surely," said Philip, "I may see her now, May be some little comfort;" therefore went, Passed through the solitary room in front, Paused for a moment at an inner door, Then struck it thrice, and, no one opening, Entered; but Annie, seated with her grief, Fresh from the burial of her little one, Cared not to look on any human face, But turned her own toward the wall and wept. Then Philip standing up said falteringly, 'Annie, I came to ask a favor of you. "I came to speak to you of what he wished, Enoch, your husband: I have ever said You chose the best among us—a strong man : I do beseech you by the love you bear Now let me put the boy and girl to school: Then Annie with her prows against the wall Then Philip put the boy and girl to school, And bought them needful books, and every way, Like one who does his duty by his own, Made himself theirs; and though for Annie's sake, He oft denied his heart his dearest wish, |