. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. town ? Know him ? she said, I knew him far , ay, I mind him coming down the street;Held his head high, and cared for no man, and sadly Enoch answerd her : His head is low, and no man cares for think I have not three days more to live ;I am the man/ At which the woman gaveA half-incredulous, half-hysterical cry : You Arden, you ! nay, — sure he was a foot 850 Higher than you be. Enoch said again : My God has bowd me down to what I am; My grief and solitude have broken me;Nevertheless, know you that I am heWho marrie
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. town ? Know him ? she said, I knew him far , ay, I mind him coming down the street;Held his head high, and cared for no man, and sadly Enoch answerd her : His head is low, and no man cares for think I have not three days more to live ;I am the man/ At which the woman gaveA half-incredulous, half-hysterical cry : You Arden, you ! nay, — sure he was a foot 850 Higher than you be. Enoch said again : My God has bowd me down to what I am; My grief and solitude have broken me;Nevertheless, know you that I am heWho married — but that name has twice been changed —I married her who married Philip , listen. Then he told her of his voyage,His wreck, his lonely life, his coming back,His gazing in on Annie, his resolve,And how he kept it. As the woman heard. 860 Fast flowd the current of her easy tears,While in her heart she yearnd inces-santlyTo rush abroad all round the little haven,Proclaiming Enoch Arden and his woes;But awed and promise-bounden she forbore,. 4NZMQtitDMlSS» Uphold me, Father, in my lonelinessA little longer ! aid me, giye me strength 312 ENOCH ARDEN AND OTHER POEMS Saying only, See your bairns beforeyou go! Eh, let me fetch em, Arden, andarose Eager to bring them down, for Enochhung A moment on her words, but then re-plied : Woman, disturb me not now atthe last, 87o But let me hold my purpose till Idie. Sit down again ; mark me and under-stand, While I have power to speak. Icharge you now, When you shall see her, tell her that Idied Blessing her, praying for her, lovingher; Save for the bar between us, lovingher As when she laid her head beside myown. And tell my daughter Annie, whom Isaw So like her mother, that my latestbreath Was spent in blessing her and pray-ing for her. 880 And tell my son that I died blessinghim. And say to Philip that I blest himtoo; He never meant us anything but good. But if my children care to see medead, Who hardly knew me living, let th
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