While in her heart she yearn’d incessantly
To rush abroad all round the little haven,
Proclaiming Enoch Arden and his woes;
But awed and promise-bounden she forebore,
Saying only ‘See your bairns before you go! 870
Eh, let me fetch ’em, Arden,’ and arose
Eager to bring them down, for Enoch hung
A moment on her words, but then replied:
‘Woman, disturb me not now at the last,
But let me hold my purpose till I die. 875