Not only to the market-cross were known,
But in the leafy lanes behind the down,
Far as the portal-warding lion-whelp,
And peacock-yewtree of the lonely Hall,
Whose Friday fare was Enoch’s ministering. 100
Then came a change, as all things human change.
Ten miles to northward of the narrow port
Open’d a larger haven: thither used
Enoch at times to go by land or sea;
And once when there, and clambering on a mast 105