Here in this wood, when like a wounded life
He crept into the shadow: at last he said
Lifting his honest forehead, ‘Listen, Annie,
How merry they are down yonder in the wood.’
‘Tired, Annie?’ for she did not speak a word. 390
‘Tired?’ but her face had fallen upon her hands;
At which as with a kind of anger in him,
‘The ship was lost,’ he said, ‘the ship was lost!
No more of that! why should you kill yourself
And make them orphans quite?’ And Annie said 395