And Enoch all at once assented to it,
Rejoicing at that answer to his prayer.
So now that shadow of mischance appear’d
No graver than as when some little cloud
Cuts off the fiery highway of the sun, 130
And isles a light in the offing: yet the wife—
When he was gone—the children—what to do?
Then Enoch lay long-pondering on his plans;
To sell the boat—and yet he loved her well—
How many a rough sea had he weathered in her! 135