‘Know him?’ she said ‘I knew him far away.
Ay, ay, I mind him coming down the street;
Held his head high, and cared for no man, he.’
Slowly and sadly Enoch answer’d her;
‘His head is low, and no man cares for him. 850
I think I have not three days more to live;
I am the man.’ At which the woman gave
A half-incredulous, half-hysterical cry.
‘You Arden, you! nay,—sure he was a foot
Higher than you be.’ Enoch said again 855