. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. mill that whistled on the waste. 340 But Philip did not fathom Annies mind;Scarce could the woman, when he came upon her,Out of full heart and boundless grati-tudeLight on a broken word to thank him Philip was her childrens all-in-all;From distant corners of the street they ranTo greet his hearty welcome heartily ;Lords of his house and of his mill were they,Worried his passive ear with petty wrongsOr pleasures, hung upon him, playd with him 350 And calld him Father Philip. Philip gaindAs Enoch lost, for Enoch seemd to themUncer
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. mill that whistled on the waste. 340 But Philip did not fathom Annies mind;Scarce could the woman, when he came upon her,Out of full heart and boundless grati-tudeLight on a broken word to thank him Philip was her childrens all-in-all;From distant corners of the street they ranTo greet his hearty welcome heartily ;Lords of his house and of his mill were they,Worried his passive ear with petty wrongsOr pleasures, hung upon him, playd with him 350 And calld him Father Philip. Philip gaindAs Enoch lost, for Enoch seemd to themUncertain as a vision or a dream,Faint as a figure seen in early dawnDown at the far end of an avenue,Going we know not where ; and so ten years,Since Enoch left his hearth and native land,Fled forward, and no news of Enoch came. It chanced one evening Annieschildren longd To go with others nutting to thewood, 360 And Annie would go with them;then they beggd For Father Philip, as they calld him,too. Him, like the working bee in blossom-dust, ENOCH ARDEN 301. Then Philip put the boy and girl to school,And bought them needful books Blanchd with his mill, they found ; and saying to him,Come with us, Father Philip/ he denied;But when the children pluckd at him to go,He laughd, and yielded readily to their wish,For was not Annie with them? and they went. But after scaling half the wearydown,Just where the prone edge of thewood began 370 To feather toward the hollow, all her forceFaild her ; and sighing, Let me rest, she Philip rested with her well-content ;While all the younger ones with jubi-lant criesBroke from their elders, and tumul- tuouslyDown thro the whitening hazels made a plungeTo the bottom, and dispersed, and bent or brokeThe lithe reluctant boughs to tear away 302 ENOCH ARDEN AND OTHER POEMS Their tawny clusters, crying to each otherAnd calling, here and there, about the wood. 380 But Philip sitting at her side forgotHer presence, and remeniberd one dark hourHere in
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