A tiny curl, and gave it: this he kept
Thro’ all his future; but now hastily caught
His bundle, waved his hand, and went his way.
She, when the day, that Enoch mention’d, came,
Borrow’d a glass, but all in vain: perhaps 240
She could not fix the glass to suit her eye;
Perhaps her eye was dim, hand tremulous;
She saw him not: and while he stood on deck
Waving, the moment and the vessel past.
Ev’n to the last dip of the vanishing sail 245