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When, lo! her Enoch sitting on a height, Under a palm-tree, over him the Sun: “He's gone,” she thought—“he is happy; he is singing
Hosanna in the highest :' yonder shines ,
Resolved, sent for him, and said wildly to him-
So these were wed, and merrily rang the bells-
After twelve long years, poor old Enoch returns to his native place from his shipwreck and exile on a desert isle ; he finds all things changed, and is told of his own death, of his wife's long sorrow, of Philip's friendship, and how that friendship was at last repaid, -by a kindly gossip of the village, who can see no trace of Enoch Arden in the bent, gray-haired, worn-out old man who seeks the shelter of her half-ruined roof. Bowed down by unspeakable sadness, one wish only is present to him,—to see her face once again, and “know that she is happy.” He yields to the irresistible longing, and from Philip's garden he gains a sight of the comfort and the genial happiness of Philip's hearth :
Now when the dead man come to life beheld
Lest he should swoon, and tumble, and be found, -
So like her mother, and the boy, my son.” It would, indeed, be hard to parallel the homely and tragic pathos of this picture.
Tennyson’s muse is characterized by exquisite finish, rich colouring, and dramatic energy. How graceful and delicate is this sketch, from the Day-Dream :Year after year unto her feet, she lying on her couch alone, Across the purple coverlet the maiden's jet-black hair has grown, On either side her tranced form forth streaming from a braid of
pearl ; The slumbrous light is rich and warm, and moves not on the
She sleeps : her breathings are not heard in palace chambers far
apart; The fragrant tresses are not stirred that lie upon her charmèd heart.