Enoch Arden, &c.

IN THE VALLEY OF CAUTERETZ.

  All along the valley, stream that flashest white,
  Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night,
  All along the valley, where thy waters flow,
  I walk'd with one I loved two and thirty years ago.
  All along the valley while I walk'd to-day,
  The two and thirty years were a mist that rolls away;
  For all along the valley, down thy rocky bed
  Thy living voice to me was as the voice of the dead,

  The voice of the dead was a living voice to me.