Suddenly set it wide to find a sign, Suddenly put her finger on the text, "Under the palm-tree." That was nothing to her: No meaning there: she closed the Book and slept: When lo! her Enoch sitting on a height, Under a palm-tree, over him the Sun: "He is gone," she thought, "he is happy, he is singing Hosanna in the highest: yonder shines The Sun of Righteousness, and these be palms Whereof the happy people strowing cried 'Hosanna in the highest!"" Here she woke, Resolved, sent for him and said wildly to him, "There is no reason why we should not wed." "Then for God's sake," he answer'd, "both our sakes, So you will wed me, let it be at once." So these were wed and merrily rang the bells, A footstep seem'd to fall beside her path, Such doubts and fears were common to her state, Annie, since the days of the Puritans. In George Eliot's Adam Bede, Dinah Morris makes important use of the practice. "And when I've opened the Bible for direction," she says, "I've always lighted on some clear word to tell me where my work lay." 1 Judges iv. 5. Being with child: but when her child was born, And where was Enoch? prosperously sail'd There Enoch traded for himself, and bought Quaint monsters for the market of those times, A gilded dragon, also, for the babes. 3 Less lucky her home-voyage: at first indeed' Thro' many a fair sea-circle, day by day, Scarce-rocking her full-busted figure-head Stared o'er the ripple feathering from her bows : Then follow'd calms, and then winds variable, Then baffling, a long course of them; and last Storm, such as drove her under moonless heavens Till hard upon the cry of "breakers came 1 This of course refers to the region about the equator. & Voyage here is more nearly one syllable. There is a constant impression at sea of being at the centre of a vast circle. The crash of ruin, and the loss of all But Enoch and two others. Half the night, No want was there of human sustenance, Soft fruitage, mighty nuts, and nourishing roots; Nor save for pity was it hard to take The helpless life so wild that it was tame. There in a seaward-gazing mountain-gorge They built, and thatch'd with leaves of palm, a hut, For one, the youngest, hardly more than boy, In those two deaths he read God's warning, "Wait." The mountain wooded to the peak, the lawns And winding glades high up like ways to Heaven, The slender coco's drooping crown of plumes, The lightning flash of insect and of bird, The lustre of the long convolvuluses That coil'd around the stately stems, and ran Ev'n to the limit of the land, the glows 1 Stem, a tree-trunk of which they tried to make a canoe. And glories of the broad belt of the world,1 Then the great stars that globed themselves in The hollower-bellowing ocean, and again There often as he watch'd or seem'd to watch, So still, the golden lizard on him paused,' A phantom made of many phantoms moved Before him, haunting him, or he himself Moved haunting people, things and places, known Far in a darker isle beyond the line; The babes, their babble, Annie, the small house, The climbing street, the mill, the leafy lanes, 1 Broad belt of the world, the ocean; the ancients, indeed, had such a conception of it. * So much was he a part of nature. The peacock-yewtree and the lonely Hall, Once likewise, in the ringing of his ears, Tho' faintly, merrily - far and far awayHe heard the pealing of his parish bells; Then, tho' he knew not wherefore, started up Shuddering, and when the beauteous hateful isle Return'd upon him, had not his poor heart Spoken with That, which being everywhere Lets none who speaks with Him seem all alone, Surely the man had died of solitude. Thus over Enoch's early-silvering head In search of stream or fount, and fill'd the shores Muttering and mumbling, idiot-like it seem'd, |