From “Enoch Arden” by Lord Alfred Tennyson

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But Enoch yearn’d to see her face again;
‘If I might look on her sweet face again
And know that she is happy.’ So the thought
Haunted and harass’d him, and drove him forth
At evening when the dull November day
Was growing duller twilight, to the hill.
There he sat down gazing on all below;
There did a thousand memories roll upon him,
Unspeakable for sadness. By and by
The ruddy square of comfortable light,
Far blazing from the rear of Philip’s house,
Allured him, as the beacon-blaze allures
The bird of passage, till he madly strikes
Against it, and beats out his weary life.
For Philip’s dwelling fronted on the street,
The latest house to landward; but behind
With one small gate that open’d on the waste,
Flourish’d a little garden square and wall’d:
And in it throve an ancient evergreen,
A yew tree, and all round it ran a walk
Of shingle, and a walk divided it:
But Enoch shunn’d the middle walk and stole
Up by the wall, behind the yew; and thence
That which he better might have shunn’d, if griefs
Like his have worse or better, Enoch saw.

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