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BRAUBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEKRI ARS.
MAUD,
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MAUD,
AND OTHER POEMS.
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1855.
STEEET.
LONDON
BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WUITEFRIAR8.
:
CONTENTS.
Pasre
MAUD
THE brook; AN IDYL
101
THE LETTERS
115
ODE ON THE DEATH OP THE DUKE OP WELLINGTON
THE DAISY
TO THE REV.
119
137
P. D.
MAURICE
145
WILL
THE CHARGE OP THE LIGHT BRIGADE
149
.
.151
MAUD.
MAUD.
I.
1.
hate the dreadful hollow behind the
little
wood,
Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-
red heath,
The red-ribb'd ledges
drip with a silent horror of
blood,
And Echo
'
there, whatever is ask'd her, answers
Death.'
MAUD.
For there in the ghastly
pit long since a
body was
found,
His who had given me
was
well
it
Mangled, and
lies
father!
O God!
flatten' d,
into the ground
There yet
life
and crush' d, and dinted
the rock that
fell
with him when he
fell.
Did he
fling
himself
down ? who knows ?
great speculation had
And
fail'd,
ever he mutter' d and madden'd, and ever
wann'd with
And
for a
out he walk'd
despair,
when
the wind like a broken
worldling wail'd,
And
the flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands drove

thro' the air.
MATJD.
4.
I remember the time, for the roots of
my hair were
stirr'd
By
a shuffled step, by a dead weight
trail'd,
by a
whisper' d fright,
And my
pulses closed their gates with a shock on
my
The
heart as I heard
shrill-edged shriek of a
mother divide the
shuddering night.
5.
somewhere
Villainy
whose
One
says,
we
are
villains all.
Not he
be maintain' d
But that
fame should at least by
his honest
old man,
me
now
lord of the broad estate
and the Hall,
Dropt
off
gorged from a scheme that had
flaccid
and
drain' d.
b2
left
us
MATTD.
6.
"Why do they prate
we
of the blessings of Peace ?
have made them a curse,

Pickpockets, each hand
not
And
its
own
lusting for all
that
is
lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it better
or worse
Than the heart of the

his
own
citizen hissing in
hearthstone
war on
7.
But these
the
are the days of advance, the works of
men
of mind,
"When who but a
fool
would have
tradesman's ware or his word

Is
it
peace or war?
faith
in a
Civil war, as I think,
and
that of a kind
The
viler, as
sword.
underhand, not openly bearing the
MAUD.
Sooner or later I too
passively take the
may
print
Of the golden age

nor trust
May make my
a
why not
I have neither hope
heart as a millstone, set
my face
as
flint,
Cheat and be cheated, and die

are ashes
who knows
we
and dust.
Peace sitting under her
olive,
and slurring the
days gone by,
When
the poor are hovelPd and hustled together,
each sex, like swine,
When
only the ledger
men
Peace
lie
in her
lives,
and when only not
all
vineyard
forges the wine.
yes but
!
company
MAUD.
10.
And
the vitriol madness flushes up in the ruffian's

head,
the filthy by-lane rings to the yell of the
Till
trampled wife,
While chalk and alum and
plaster
are sold to
the poor for bread,
And
the spirit of murder works
means of
in
the very
life.
11.
And
Sleep must
lie
down
arm'd, for the villainous
centre-bits
Grind on the wakeful ear in the hush of the

moonless nights,
"While another
is
cheating the sick of a few last
gasps, as he sits
To
pestle a poison' d poison behind his crimson

lights.
MAUD.
12.
When
Mammonite mother
kills
her babe for
on a
pile of chil-
a burial fee,
And Timour-Mammon
grins
dren's bones,
Is
it
peace or war
better,
war
loud war by
land and by sea,
War
with
thousand
and shaking a
battles,
hundred thrones.
13.
Eor I trust
if
by the
And
an enemy's
fleet
came yonder round
hill,
the rushing battle-bolt sang from the three-
decker out of the foam,
That the
smoothfaced
snubnosed
leap from his counter and
And
strike, if
he could, were
cheating yardwand, home.
rogue would
till,
it
but with his
MAUD.
14.
There are workmen up at the Hall
they are
coming back from abroad,
The dark
old place will be gilt
a millionnaire
I have heard, I
by the touch of
know not whence,
of the singular
beauty of Maud,
I play'd with the girl
then to be
when a
child
she promised
fair.
15.
Maud
with her venturous climbings and tumbles
and childish escapes,
Maud
the delight of the village, the ringing joy of

the Hall,
Maud
with
her
sweet
purse-mouth when
my
father dangled the grapes,
Maud
the beloved of
darling of
all,
my
mother, the moon-faced
MAUD.
16.
What
is
she
may
now?
bring
me
'No, there is fatter

let
me
My
dreams are bad.
a curse.
game on the moor; she
man
woman
be the worse.
I will bury myself in
may
will
alone.
Thanks, for the fiend best knows whether

or
She
my
pipe to his own.
books, and the Devil
MAUD.
10
II.
Long have
I sigh'd for a calm
find
it
at last
But a
God
grant I
may
It will never be broken
savour nor
by Maud, she has neither
salt,
cold and clear-cut face, as I found
when her
carriage past,
Perfectly beautiful
is
the fault
let it
be granted her
where
All that I saw (for her eyes were downcast, not to
be seen)
Faultily
faultless,
icily
regular,
splendidly
null,
Dead
perfection,
not been
no more
nothing more,
if it
had
MAUD.
11
For a chance of travel, a paleness, an hour's defect

of the rose,
Or an
underlip,
too
Or the
you may
call it
little
too ripe,
full,
least
little
delicate aquiline curve in a
sensitive nose,
From which
little
I escaped heart-free, with the least
touch of spleen.
MAUD.
12
III.
Cold and
clear-cut face,
why come you
so cruelly
meek,
Breaking a slumber in which
all
spleenful folly
was
drown' d,
Pale with the golden
beam
of an eyelash dead on
the cheek,
Passionless, pale, cold face, star-sweet
profound
on a gloom
Womanlike, taking revenge too deep
for a transient
wrong
Done but
in thought to your beauty, and ever as
pale as before
Growing and fading and growing upon me without

a sound,
MATJD.
13
Luminous, gemlike, ghostlike, deathlike, half the

night long
Growing and fading and growing,

it
But
till
I could bear
no more,
arose,
and
all
by myself
in
my own
dark
garden ground,
Listening
now
to the tide in its broad-flung ship-
wrecking roar,
Now
to the scream of a madden' d beach dragg'd
down by the wave,

Walk'd
in a wintry
wind by a ghastly glimmer,
and found
The shining
grave.
daffodil dead,
and Orion low in
his
MAUD.
14
IV.
A million emeralds
break from the ruby-budded
lime
In the
little
grove where I
sit
ah,
wherefore
cannot I be
Like things of the season gay,
like the bountiful
season bland,
"When the
far-off sail is
blown by the breeze of a
softer clime,
Half-lost in the liquid azure
bloom of a crescent
of sea,
The
silent sapphire-spangled
land?
marriage ring of the
MAUD.
Below me,
is
there,
the village, and looks how-
quiet and small
And
And Jack on
and
spite
city,
with gossip,
his ale-house
as a Czar
And
yet bubbles o'er like a

scandal,
15
bench has as many
lies
here on the landward side, by a red rock,
glimmers the Hall
And up
in the high Hall-garden I see her pass
like a light
But sorrow
seize
leading star
me
if
ever that light be
my
3.
When
have I bow'd to her father, the wrinkled
head of the race

I
met her abroad with her

brother I bow'd
brother, but not to her
MAITD.
16
I bow'd
to his lady-sister as
the moor
But the
she rode by on
of a foolish pride flash' d over her
fire
beautiful face.
child,
you wrong your beauty, believe
being so proud
Tour
it,
in
father has wealth well-gotten,
and I
am
nameless and poor.
I keep but a
and
I
know
it,
man and
steal
a maid, ever ready to slander
and smile a hard-set
smile, like a stoic,
or like
wiser epicurean, and let the world have
its
way:
Tor nature
is
one with rapine, a harm no preacher
can heal
MAUD.
The Mayfly
And
torn by the swallow, the sparrow
is
spear' d
17
by the
the whole
shrike,
wood where I
little
sit is
a world
of plunder and prey.
We are puppets, Man in his pride, and Beauty fair

in her flower
Do we move
hand
ourselves, or are
at a
That pushes us
succeed
Ah
yet,
game
off
from the board, and others ever
we cannot be kind
an hour
to each other here for
"We whisper, and

brother's
hint,
shame
However we brave
breed.
moved by an unseen
it
and chuckle, and grin
at a
out,
we men
are
little
MAUD.
18
A monstrous
eft
was of old the Lord and Master
of Earth,
For him did
his
high sun flame, and his river
billowing ran,
And
he
felt
himself in his force to be Nature's
crowning race.
As nine months go
to the shaping an infant ripe
for his birth,
So many a million of ages have gone to the making

of
He now
man
is first,
but
is
he the
last ? is
he not too
i?
7.
The man of
science himself
is
fonder of glory, and
vain,
An
eye well-practised in nature, a spirit bounded
and poor
MAUD.
19
The passionate heart of the poet

and
folly
Eor not to
it,
Than
at either,
desire or admire, if a
man
could learn
were more
to walk all day like the sultan of old in a
For the
spice.
the
drift of
the
Maker
is
dark, an Isis hid
knows the ways of the world, how God
planet
is
Shall I
by
veil.
bring them about
Our
but keep a temperate
garden of
Who
whirl* d into
vice.
would not marvel

brain
is
is
will
one, the suns are
many, the world
wide.
weep
if
a Poland
Hungary
fall ?
shall I shriek if a
fail ?
c2
MAUD.
20
Or an
infant civilisation be ruled with rod or with
knout
I have not
made the
world, and
He
that
made
it
will guide.
Be mine
a philosopher's
in the quiet woodland
life
ways,
AVhere
if
be
I cannot be gay
my
let
a passionless peace
lot,
Ear-off from the clamour of liars belied in the
hubbub of lies
From
the long-neck' d geese of the world that are

ever hissing dispraise
Because their natures are

heed
"Where each
it
little,
and, whether he
or not,
man walks
poisonous
flies.
with his head in a cloud of
MAUD.
21
10.
And most
of
all
madness of
would I
flee
love,
The honey of poison-flowers and

less
from the cruel
all
the measure-
ill.
Ah Maud, you
milkwhite fawn, you are
all
unmeet
for a wife.
Tour mother
is
mute
in her grave as her image
in marble above
Tour
father
at
Tou
is
ever in London, you wander about
your will
have but fed on the roses, and lain in the

lilies
of life.
MAUD.
22
V.
1.
A toice by the cedar tree,

In the meadow under the Hall
She
singing an air that
is
is
known
to me,
A passionate ballad gallant and gay,

A martial song like a trumpet's call
Singing alone in the morning of
life,
In the happy morning of life and of May,

Singing of
men
that in battle array,
in heart and ready in hand,
Ready
March with banner and bugle and

To the
Maud
And
fife
death, for their native land.
with her exquisite
face,
wild voice pealing up to the sunny sky,
MAITD.
And
feet like
Maud
sunny gems on an English green,
in the light of her youth
Singing of Death, and of

Till I well
And
23
and her
Honour
grace,
that cannot die,
could weep for a time so sordid and mean,
myself so languid and base.
3.
Silence, beautiful voice
Be
still,
With
for
you only trouble the mind
a joy in which I cannot rejoice,
A glory I
Still
shall
not
find.
I will hear you no more,
Eor your sweetness hardly leaves me a choice
move
meadow and
But
to
Her
feet
on the meadow
Not
her,
who
Not
her, not her,
to the
is
grass,
fall
before
and adore,
neither courtly nor kind,
but a
voice.
MATJD.
24
VI.
1.
Morning
No
In
arises
stormy and
pale,
sun, but a wannish glare

fold
And
fold of hueless cloud,
upon
the budded peaks of the
Caught and
by the
gale
would be
fair.
cuff'd
I had fancied
it
wood
:
2.
"Whom but Maud
should I meet
Last night, when the sunset burn'd
On
the blossom' d gable-ends
At the head
of the village street,
are
bow'd
MAUD.
Whom but Maud should

And
she touch' d
She made
me
I meet
my hand
divine
25
with a smile so sweet
amends
Tor a courtesy not return' d.
3.
And
thus a delicate spark
Of glowing and growing
light
Thro' the livelong hours of the dark
Kept
itself
Ready
in the heart of
But an ashen-gray
and seems
delight.
4.
And
if
with her sunny hair,
smile as sunny as cold,
She meant to weave
Of some
when the morning came
cloud, it faded,
"What
my
to burst in a colour' d flame
Till at last
In a
warm
me
a snare
coquettish deceit,
dreams,
MAUD.
26
Cleopatra-like as of old
To entangle me when we
To have her
And fawn
met,
lion roll in a silken net
at a victor's feet.
5.
Ah, what
shall
I be at
Should Nature keep
fifty
me
alive,
If I find the world so bitter
When
Yet,
If
am
if
were
all
that she seem'd,
her smile were
all
that I dream' d,
Then the world were not
But a
she were not a cheat,
Maud
And
but twenty-five
smile could
make
so bitter
it
sweet.
6.
What
if tho'
Of a kind
What
if
her eye seem'd
full
intent to me,
that dandy-despot, he,
MATJD.
27
That jewell'd mass of millinery,
That
oil'd
and curl'd Assyrian Bull
Smelling of
Her
musk and
brother, from
Who
wants the
To mask,
tho'
of insolence,
whom
I keep
aloof,
finer politic sense
but in his own behoof,
"With a glassy smile his brutal scorn
"What
if
he had told her yestermorn
How prettily for his own
A face
And
That
sweet sake
of tenderness might be feign' d,
a moist mirage in desert eyes,

so,
when
the rotten hustings shake
In another month to
wretched vote
Tor a raven ever
his brazen lies,
may be
gain'd.
croaks, at
my
side,
Keep watch and ward, keep watch and ward,
Or thou
Tea
wilt prove their tool.
too, myself
from myself I guard,
28
For often a man's own angry pride

and
Is cap
bells for a fool.
8.
Perhaps the smile and tender tone
Came
put of her pitying womanhood,
For am I
not,
am
I not, here alone
So many a summer since she died,
My mother,
who was
so gentle
and good
Living alone in an empty house,
Here
half-hid in the gleaming wood,
Where I
And
hear the dead at midday moan,
the shrieking rush of the wainscot mouse,
And my own
sad
name
in corners cried,
When
the shiver of dancing leaves
About
its
Till a
On
thrown
echoing chambers wide,
morbid hate and horror have grown
Of a world
And
is
in which I have hardly mixt,
a morbid eating lichen
fixt
a heart half- turn' d to stone.
MATJD.
29
9.
heart of stone, are
By
that
fear,
That made
When
Come
And
flesh,
and caught
you swore to withstand
For what was

But, I
you
it
the
my
else within
new
me wrought
strong wine of love,
tongue so stammer and trip
I saw the treasured splendour, her hand,

sliding out of her sacred glove,
the sunlight broke from her
lip ?
10.
1 have play'd with her
She remembers
Ah
it
now we
well, well, well, I
By some coquettish
Yet,
If
if
meet.
may be
beguiled
deceit.
all
that she seem'd,
her smile had
all
that I dream'd,
Then the world were not

But
a child
she were not a cheat,
Maud were
And
when
a smile could
make
it
so bitter
sweet.
MAUD.
30
VII.
1.
Did I hear
Long
since,
Did I dream
When
half in a doze
it
it
know not where
an hour ago,
asleep in this arm-chair
2.
Men
were drinking together,
Drinking and talking of

'
Well,
if it
prove a
Will have plenty
girl,
me
the boy
so let
it be.'
3.
Is
it
an echo of something
Read with
a boy's delight,
Yiziers nodding together
In some Arabian night
MAUD.
31
4.
two men,
Strange, that I bear
Somewhere, talking of
'
Well,
if it
prove a
Will have plenty
girl,
me
my
boy
so let it be.'
MAUD.
32
VIII.
She came
And
An
sat
to the village church,
by a
pillar alone
angel watching an urn
Wept
over her, carved in stone
And
once, but once, she lifted her eyes,
And
suddenly, sweetly, strangely blush' d
To
find they
were met by
my own
And
suddenly, sweetly,
And
thicker, until I heard
The snowy-banded,
my
no longer
dilettante,
Delicate-handed priest intone
And
'
No
thought,
surely,
is it
now
it
heart beat stronger
pride,
and mused and sigh'd
cannot be pride.'
MATJD.
33
IX.
was walking a
More than
The sun
mile,
a mile from the shore,
look'd out with a smile
Betwixt the cloud and the moor,
And
riding at set of day-
Over the dark moor land,

Kapidly riding far away,
She waved to
me
with her hand.
There were two at her
Something
Down by
flash' d in
the
hill
side,
the sun,
I saw
them
In a moment they were gone
ride,
:
MATJD.
34
Like a sudden spark

Struck vainly in the night,
And
back returns the dark
"With no more hope of light.
MAUD.
35
X.
1.
Sick,
Was
am
I sick of a jealous dread
not one of the two at her side
This new-made lord, whose splendour plucks
The
from the
villager's
head
"Whose old grand-father has lately
died,
slavish hat
Grone to a blacker
pit, for
whom
Grimy nakedness dragging
And
till
he crept from a gutted mine
Master of half a
To
his trucks
laying his trams in a poison' d gloom
Wrought,
And
servile shire,
left his coal all
a grandson,
first
turn'd into gold

of his noble line,
d2
MATJD.
36
Rich in the grace
all
women
Strong in the power that
all
desire,
men
adore,
And
simper and set their voices lower,
And
soften as if to a girl,
and hold
Awe-stricken breaths at a work divine,

Seeing his
New
gewgaw
castle shine,
as his title, built last year,
There amid perky larches and pine,
And
over the sullen-pnrple

at it) pricking a
(Look
moor
cockney
ear.
2.
What, has he fonnd my jewel ont

For one of the two that rode
Bound
for the Hall, I
Bound
for the Hall,
am
at her side
sure was he
and I think for a bride.
Blithe would her brother's acceptance be.
Maud
To
could be gracious too, no doubt,
a lord, a captain, a padded shape,
MAUD.
37
A bought commission, a waxen face,

A rabbit mouth that is
Bought
And
what
ever agape
he cannot buy
is it
therefore splenetic, personal, base,
Sick, sick to the heart of
am
life,
I.
3.
Last week came one to the county town,
To preach our poor
little
And
of the despot kings,
play the
game
Tho' the state has done
army down,
it
and thrice as well
This broad-brim' d hawker of holy things,
Whose
Even
ear
is stuff* d
with his cotton, and rings
in dreams to the chink of his pence,
This huckster put
Whether war be
down war
can he
tell
a cause or a consequence ?
Put down the passions that make earth Hell
Down
with ambition, avarice, pride,
Jealousy,
down
cut off from the mind
MATED.
38
The
bitter springs of anger
Down
With
too,
down
at
and
your own
fear
fireside,
the evil tongue and the evil ear,
Tor each
is
at
war with mankind.
4.
Ah
Grod, for a
man with
heart, head, hand,
Like some of the simple great ones gone
Eor ever and ever by,
One
still
strong
"Whatever they
man
call
in a blatant land,
him, what care
I,
one
Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat
Who
can rule and dare not
lie.
MAUD.
XL
let the
solid
Not
fail
beneath
Before
my
life
What some
Then
let
ground
my
has found
have found so sweet
come what come may,
"What matter
if
1 shall have had
I go mad,
my
day.
2.
Let the sweet heavens endure,
Not
close
feet
and darken above me
MAUD.
40
Before I
am
quite quite sure
That there
Then
To a
let
life
is
one to love
me
come what come may

that has been so sad,
I shall have had
my
day.
MATJD.
41
XII.
1.
Bieds in the high Hall-garden
"When
was
twilight
falling,
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,

They were crying and
calling.
2.
Where was Maud ?
And
I,
who
in our
else,
Gathering woodland
wood
was with
lilies,
Myriads blow together.

3.
Birds in our
wood sang
Einging thro' the
Maud
is
vallies,
here, here, here
In among the
lilies.
her,
MATJD.
42
4.
I kiss'd her slender hand,
She took the kiss sedately
Maud
not seventeen,
is
But she
is tall
and
stately.
5.
I to cry out on pride
"Who have won her favour
Maud were
sure of
Heaven
If lowliness could save her.
6.
know
the
Home
For her
way
she went
with her maiden posy,
feet have touch' d the
And
left
meadows
the daisies rosy.

7.
Birds in the high Hall-garden
"Were crying and calling to her,
Where
is
One
Maud, Maud, Maud,

is
come
to
woo
her.
MAUD.
43
8.
Look, a horse at the door,
And
Go
back,
You
little
my
King Charles
lord, across the
are not her darling.
is
snarling,
moor,
MAUD.
44
XIII.
1.
Scorn'd, to be scorn' d by one that I scorn,

Is that a matter to
make me
fret ?
That a calamity hard to be borne

Well, he
may
Tool that I
live to
am
hate
me
yet.
to be vext with his pride
I past him, I was crossing his lands
He
stood on the path a
His
face, as
little aside
I grant, in spite of
spite,
Has
a broad-blown comeliness, red and white,
And
six feet two, as I think,
But
he stands
his essences turn'd the live air sick,
And barbarous
Sunn'd
itself
opulence jewel-thick
on
his breast
and
his hands.
45
MATJD.
2.
Who
shall call nie ungentle, unfair,
I long'd so earnestly then and there
To
give
him the grasp of fellowship
But while I past he was humming an

Stopt,
air,
and then with a riding whip
Leisurely tapping a glossy boot,
And
curving a contumelious
Grorgonised
me from head
lip,
to foot
"With a stony British stare.
3.
Why
sits
he here in his father's chair
That old man never comes to his place

Shall I believe
him ashamed
For only once, in the
to be seen ?
village street,
Last year, I caught a glimpse of his
face,
A gray old wolf and a lean.

Scarcely, now,
would I
call
him a cheat
MATJD.
46
For then, perhaps,
as a child of deceit,
She might by a true descent be untrue
And Maud
is
as true as
Maud
is
sweet
Tho' I fancy her sweetness only due
To the sweeter blood by the other
Her mother
has been a thing complete,
However she came
And
fair
Maud
to
side
to be so allied.
without, faithful within,
him
is
nothing akin
Some
peculiar mystic grace
Made
her only the child of her mother,
And
heap'd the whole inherited sin
On that huge
All, all
scapegoat of the race,
upon the
brother.
Peace, angry spirit, and let him be
Has not
his sister smiled
on
me
MATJD.
47
XIV.
1.
Matjd has a garden of roses
And
lilies fair
on a lawn
There she walks in her state
And
tends upon bed and bower
And
thither I climb' d at
And
stood by her garden-gate
A lion ramps
He
is
claspt
dawn
;
at the top,
by a
passion-flower.
2.
Maud's own
little
(Which Maud,
oak-room
like a precious stone
MAUD.
48
Set in the heart of the carven gloom,
Lights with herself,
She
sits
And
when
alone
by her music and books,
her brother lingers late
"With a roystering company) looks
Upon Maud's own garden
gate
And
if
I thought as I stood,
As ocean-foam
On
a hand, as white
in the moon, were laid
the hasp of the window, and
Had
my
Delight
a sudden desire, like a glorious ghost, to glide
Like a beam of the seventh Heaven, down to

side,
There were but a step to be made.
3.
The fancy
flatter' d
my
mind,
And
again seem'd overbold
Now
I thought that she cared for me,
Now
I thought she was kind
Only because she was
cold.
my
MAUD.
49
4.
I heard no sound where T stood
But the
rivulet
Running down
Or
on from the lawn

to
my own
dark wood
the voice of the long sea-wave as
Now
and then in the dim-gray dawn
But I
look'd,
and round,
it swell' d
round the house I
all
beheld
The death- white curtain drawn

Eelt a horror over
me
creep,
skin and catch
Prickle
my
Knew
that the
my
breath,
death-white curtain meant but
sleep,
Yet I shudder' d and thought

sleep of death.
like a fool of the
MAITD.
50
XV.
So dark a mind within me
And
That
if
make myself such
if
evil cheer,
I be dear to some one
Then some one

But
dwells,
else
may have much
I be dear to some one
Then I should be
else,
to fear
else,
to myself
more
dear.
Shall I not take care of all that I think,
Tea
ev'n of wretched meat and drink,
If I be dear,
If I be dear to some one else.
MAUD.
51
XVI.
1.
This lump of earth has
The
lighter
by the
left his estate
loss of his
weight
And
so that he find
And
fulsome Pleasure clog him, and drown
what he went to
seek,
His heart in the gross mud-honey of town,
He may
But
And
stay for a year
this is the
I see
my
who has gone
for a
day when I must speak,
Oread coming down,
this is the
beautiful creature,
day
what am I
That I dare to look her way
Think I may hold dominion sweet,

E 2
week
MATJD.
52
Lord of the pulse that
And dream
From
is
lord of her breast,
of her beauty with tender dread,
the delicate Arab arch of her feet
To the grace
and
that, bright
Of a
peacock,
And
she knows
sits
it
on her shining head,

not
O,
if
To know her beauty might

I
know
it
light as the crest
she
knew
undo
half
it,
it.
the one bright thing to save
My yet young life in the wilds
of Time,
Perhaps from madness, perhaps from crime,

Perhaps from a
selfish grave.
2.
What,
if
she be fasten' d to this fool lord,
Dare I bid her abide by her word

Should I love her so well
Had
if
she
given her word to a thing so low
Shall I love her as well if she
Can break her word were

I trust that
it is
not
so.
it
even for
me
MAUD.
Catch not
Let not
my
my
For I must
I must
breath,
53
clamorous heart,
tongue be a thrall to
tell
tell her,
her before
or die.
we
my
part,
eye,
MAUD.
54
XVII.
Go
not,
From
GJ-o
not,
happy day,
the shining
happy day,
Till the
Eosy
is
Eosy
fields,
maiden
yields.
the "West,
is
the South,
Eoses are her cheeks,
And
a rose her mouth.
When the
happy Tes
Falters from her
lips,
Pass and blush the news

O'er the blowing ships.
Over blowing
Over seas
seas,
at rest,
MAUD.
55
Pass the happy news,
Blush
Till
it
thro' the "West;
the red
By
And
man
dance
his red cedar tree,
the red man's babe
Leap, beyond the sea.
Blush from "West to East,
Blush from East to West,
West
Till the
Blush
Eosy
is
Eosy
it
is
East,
thro' the
West.
the West,
is
the South,
Eoses are her cheeks,
And
a rose her mouth.
MAUD.
66
XVIII.
1.
hate
There
led her home,
is
none
my
love,
only friend.
like her, none.
And
never yet so warmly ran
And
sweetly, on and on
Calming
my
itself to
my
blood
the long- wish' d-for end,
Full to the banks, close on the promised good.
2.
None
Just
like her, none.
now
the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk
Seem'd her
light foot along the
garden walk,
MAUD.
And shook my heart to think

But even then I heard her
The gates of Heaven are
57
she comes once more
close the door,
and she
closed,
is
gone.
3.
There
Nor
is
will
none
like her, none.
be when our summers have deceased.
0, art thou sighing for Lebanon
In the long breeze that streams to thy delicious

East,
Sighing for Lebanon,
Dark
cedar, tho' thy limbs have here increased,
Upon
a pastoral slope as
And
looking to the South, and fed
With honey' d
rain and delicate
And haunted by
Of her whose
And made my
And
fair,
over
gentle will has changed

life
whom
With such
air,
the starry head
my
a perfumed altar-flame
fate,
thy darkness must have spread
delight as theirs of old, thy great
MAUD.
58
Forefathers of the thornless garden, there
Shadowing the snow-limb' d Eve from
whom
she
came.
4.
Here
will I
And you
Go
in
lie,
while these long branches sway,
fair stars that
and out
as if at
"Who am no more
As when
it
so
crown a happy day
merry
play,
all forlorn,
seem'd far better to be born
To labour and the mattock-harden' d hand,

Than nursed
at ease
and brought to understand
A sad astrology, the boundless plan

That makes you tyrants in your iron
Innumerable,
Cold
fires,
skies,
pitiless, passionless eyes,
yet with power to burn and brand
His nothingness into man.
5.
But now
"Who
shine on, and what care
I,
in this stormy gulf have found a pearl
MAUD.
59
The countercharm of space and hollow
And
To
do accept
my
sky,
madness, and would die
shame one simple
save from some slight
girl.
6.
Would
More
die
life
to
for sullen-seeming
Love than
is
or ever
In our low world, where yet
Let no one ask
me how
It seems that I
am
Death may give
'tis
was
sweet to
came to pass
it
happy, that to
live.
me
A livelier emerald twinkles in the grass,

A purer sapphire melts into the
sea.
7.
Not
die
And
teach true
O,
why
but
live
life
life
of truest breath,
to fight with mortal wrongs.
should Love, like
men
in drinking-songs,
Spice his fair banquet with the dust of death ?
Make
answer,
Maud my
bliss,
Maud made my Maud by
that long lover's kiss,
MATJD.
60
Life of
'
my
life,
wilt thou not
answer
this ?
The dusky strand of Death inwoven here
With
dear Love's
tie,
makes Love himself more
dear.'
Is that enchanted
moan
Of the long waves
that roll in yonder bay ?
And
hark the clock within, the
Of twelve sweet hours
And
silver knell
that past in bridal white,
died to
live,
long as
But now by
this
my
And
only the swell
my
pulses play
love has closed her sight
given false death her hand, and stol'n away
To dreamful wastes where
Among
footless fancies dwell
the fragments of the golden day.
May
nothing there her maiden grace affright
Dear
heart, I feel with thee the
My bride to be, my
drowsy
is
but for a
little
spell.
evermore delight,
My own heart's heart and ownest

It
space I go
own, farewell.
MAUD.
And
61
ye meanwhile far over moor and
fell
Beat to the noiseless music of the night
Has our whole

Of your
/have
earth gone nearer to the glow
soft splendours that
you look
so bright ?
climb' d nearer out of lonely Hell.
Beat, happy stars, timing with things below,
Beat with my heart more blest than heart can

Blest,
but for some dark undercurrent woe
That seems to draw
Let
all
be
well,
but
be well.
it shall
not be so
tell,
MAUD.
62
XIX.
1.
Stbange, that I
felt so gay,
Strange, that I tried to-day
To
beguile her melancholy
The
Sultan, as
we name
him,
She did not wish to blame him
But he vext her and
With
"Was
For
perplext her
his worldly talk
it
and
folly
gentle to reprove her
stealing out of view
From
little
Who but
lazy lover
claims her as his due
Or
for chilling his caresses
By
the coldness of her manners,
MAUD.
63
Nay, the plainness of her dresses
Now
know her but
in two,
Nor can pronounce upon
me whether
If one should ask
The
habit, hat,
Or the
Be
it
and
feather,
frock and gipsy bonnet
the neater and completer
For nothing can be sweeter
Than maiden Maud
in either.
2.
But
to morrow, if
Our ponderous
we
live,
squire will give
A grand political dinner

To
half the squirelings near
And Maud
will
wear her jewels,
And
the bird of prey will hover,
And
the titmouse hope to win her
With
his chirrup at her ear.
MATJD.
64
3.
A grand political dinner

To the men
of
many
acres,
A gathering of the Tory,

A dinner and then a dance
Eor the maids and marriage-makers,
And
every eye but mine will glance
At Maud
in all her glory.
For I am not
invited,
But, with the Sultan's pardon,

I
am
all as
well delighted,
For I know her own rose-garden,
And mean
Till the
And
to linger in
it
dancing will be over
then, oh then,
come out
to
Eor a minute, but
for a minute,
Come
own
out to your
me
true lover,
MAUD.
65
That your true lover may see
Tour
glory also, and render
All homage to his
Queen Maud
own
darling,
in all her splendour.
MAUD.
XX.
Rivulet
And
crossing
bringing
my
ground,
me down from
the Hall
This garden-rose that I found,

Forgetful of
And
lost in trouble
Here
And
Maud and
at the
me,
and moving round
head of a tinkling
trying to pass to the sea
fall,
Rivulet, born at the Hall,
My Maud has
sent
it
by thee
(If I read her sweet will right)
On
a blushing mission to me,
Saying in odour and colour,
Among
the roses to-night.'
'
Ah, be
MAUD.
67
XXL
1.
Come
into the garden,
For the black
Come
I
And
bat, night, has flown,
into the garden,
am
Maud,
Maud,
here at the gate alone
the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And
the
musk
of the roses blowu.
2.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And
the planet of Love
is
on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On
To
a bed of daffodil sky,
faint in the light of the
To
faint in his light,
sun she
and to
loves,
die.
f 2
MAUD.
68
All night have the roses heard
The
flute, violin,
bassoon
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
To the dancers dancing

Till a silence fell
And
in tune
with the waking bird,
a hush with the setting moon.
4.
I said to the
"With
whom
When will
She
Now
There
is
but one
she has heart to be gay.
the dancers leave her alone
weary of dance and
half to the setting
And
Low
is
'
lily,
play.'
moon
half to the rising day
are gone,
on the sand and loud on the stone
The
last
wheel echoes away.
MATJD.
69
5.
I said to the rose,
'
The
brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.
yonng
lord-lover,
For one that
But mine, but

1
what sighs are
will never
those,
be thine
mine,' so I sware to the rose,
For ever and
ever, mine.'
6.
And
the soul of the rose went into
As
And
the music clash' d in the hall
my
blood,
long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your
From
rivulet fall
the lake to the
Our wood,
that
is
meadow and on
dearer than
all
to the wood,
7.
From
the
meadow your walks have
left so
That whenever a March- wind sighs
sweet
MAUD.
70
He
sets the jewel-print of
In
violets blue as
your eyes,
To the woody hollows
And
your feet
in which
we meet
the valleys of Paradise.
8.
The slender
acacia
would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the

The white lake-blossom
As
into the lake,
fell
the pimpernel dozed on the lea
But the
rose was awake
all
Knowing your promise

The
tree
lilies
They
and roses were
sigh'd for the
Queen
night for your sake,
to
all
me
awake,
dawn and
thee.
rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come
hither, the dances are done,
MAUD.
71
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen
lily
Shine out,
To the
and rose in one
little
head, sunning over with curls,
and be their sun.
flowers,
10.
There has fallen a splendid tear
From
She
is
the passion-flower at the gate.
coming,
She
is
coming,
The red rose
And
my
'
cries,
my
dove,
my
life,
She
dear
is
the
'
listens,
fate
'
She
whispers,
I wait.'
11.
She
is
coming,
Were
it
my
is late
I hear, I hear
'
lily
near, she is near
the white rose weeps,
The larkspur
And
my
own,
my
sweet
ever so airy a tread,
'
;
;'
;'
MAUD.
72
My
heart would hear her and beat,
Were
My
it
earth in an earthy bed
dust would hear her and beat,
Had
Would
And
I lain for a century dead

start
and tremble under her
blossom in purple and red.
feet,
MAUD.
73
XXII.
1.
The
fault
"Why am I
was mine, the
fault
was mine
sitting here so stunn'd
and
is this
And
guilty
hand
still,
Plucking the harmless wild-flower on the

It
'
hill
?-
there rises ever a passionate cry
From underneath
What
is it,
dawn
of
in the darkening land
that has been done
Eden bright over
earth and sky,
The
fires
of Hell brake out of thy rising sun,
The
fires
of Hell and of
Eor
she, sweet soul,
When
Hate
had hardly spoken a word,
her brother ran in his rage to the gate,
MAUD.
74
He
came with the babe-faced lord
Heap'd on her terms of
And
He
disgrace,
while she wept, and I strove to be cool,
fiercely
Till
gave
me
the
lie,
I with as fierce an anger spoke,
And
he struck me, madman, over the
Struck
Who
me
before the languid fool,
was gaping and grinning by
Struck for himself an
"Wrought for
his
evil stroke
stood,
the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
thunder' d up into
That must have
life for
Heaven the
Christless code,
a blow.
Ever and ever afresh they seem'd to grow.
Was
1
The
Then
a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From
And
house an irredeemable woe
For front to front in an hour we
And
face,
it
he lay there with a fading eye
fault
was mine,' he whisper' d,
glided out of the joyous
The ghastly Wraith
?
'
'
fly
wood
of one that I
know
MAUD.
And
75
there rang on a sudden a passionate cry,
cry for a brother's blood
It will ring in
my
heart and
my
ears, till I die, till
die.
2.
Is
it
gone
"What was
my
it ?
pulses beat
a lying trick of the brain ?
Tet I thought I saw her
shadow there
at
my
feet,
High over the shadowy

It
is
gone
stand,
land.
and the heavens
fall
in a gentle rain,
"When they should burst and drown with deluging

storms
The
feeble vassals of
The
little
Arise,
Strike
my
hearts that
God, and
wine and anger and
know not how
strike, for
lust,
to forgive
we hold Thee just,
dead the whole weak race of venomous
worms,
That sting each other here in the dust
"We are not worthy to
live.
MAUD.
76
XXIII.
1.
See what a lovely
shell,
Small and pure as a pearl,
Lying
close to
my
foot,
Frail,
but a work divine,
Made
so fairily well
"With delicate spire and whorl,
How
exquisitely minute,
A miracle of design
2.
"What
is it ?
Could give
it
a learned
man
a clumsy name.
MAUD.
Let
77
Mm name it who can,
The beauty would be the same.
3.
The tiny
cell is forlorn,
Void of the
That made
little living will

it stir
on the shore.
Did he stand
at the
Of his house
in a rainbow
diamond door
frill ?
Did he push, when he was uncurl' d,
A golden foot or a fairy horn

Thro' his dim water- world
4.
Slight, to
Of my
be crush' d with a tap
finger-nail
Small, but a
Erail,
work
on the sand,
divine,
but of force to withstand,
MAUD.
78
Tear upon
year, the shock
Of cataract
seas that snap
The three-decker's oaken spine

Athwart the ledges of rock,
Here on the Breton strand
5.
Breton, not Briton
Like a shipwreck' d
Of ancient
fable
Plagued with a
here
man on
and fear
a coast
flitting to
and
fro,
A disease, a hard mechanic ghost

That never came from on high
JSTor
ever arose from below,
But only moves with the moving
eye,
Flying along the land and the main
Why
should
it
look like
Maud ?
Am I to be overawed
By what
I cannot but
know
Is a juggle born of the brain ?
MAUD.
79
6.
Back from the Breton
coast,
Sick of a nameless fear,
Back
to the dark sea-line
Looking, thinking of
An
old song vexes
But that
of
all
my
Lamech
is
I have lost
ear
mine.
7.
For
years, a measureless
For
years, for ever, to part
But
she, she
would love me
And
as long,
God, as she
Have a
ill,
still
grain of love for me,
So long, no doubt, no doubt,

Shall I nurse in
my
dark heart,
However weary, a spark
Not
to be trampled out.
of will
MAUD.
80
Strange, that the mind,
when fraught
"With a passion so intense
One would think

Might drown
That
it
that
all life
should,
it
well
in the eye,
by being
so overwrought,
Suddenly strike on a sharper sense
For a
shell,
or a flower, little things
"Which else would have been past by
And now
T remember,
I,
"When he lay dying
there,
I noticed one of his
many
rings
(For he had many, poor worm) and thought

It
is
his mother's hair.
"Who knows
he be dead
Whether I need have fled
if
Am I guilty of blood ?
MATJD.
However
this
may
81
be,
Comfort her, comfort her,
While I am over the
me and my
Let
But speak
and
to her all things holy
my
But come
things good,
passionate love go by,
"Whatever happen to
Me
sea
all
me
and high,
harmful love go by
to her waking, find her asleep,
Powers of the height, Powers of the deep,
And
comfort her tho' I
die.
MATJD.
82
XXIV.
1.
O that
'twere possible
After long grief and pain
To
find the
arms of my true love
Bound me once
again
2.
"When I was wont

In the
silent
Of the land
woody
meet her
places
that gave
"We stood tranced
Mixt with
to
me
birth,
in long embraces
kisses sweeter sweeter
Than any thing on
earth.
MA.TJD.
83
3.
shadow
before me,
thou, but like to thee
ISTot
Ah
flits
Christ, that it
were possible
For one short hour
The
souls
we
to see
loved, that they
What and where
might
tell
they be.
4.
It leads
me
forth at evening,
It lightly winds
and
steals
In a cold white robe before me,
When
At
all
my
spirit reels
the shouts, the leagues of lights,
And
the roaring of the wheels.
5.
Half the night I waste in

Half in dreams I sorrow
sighs,
after
g2
us
MATJD.
84
The
delight of early skies
In a wakeful doze I sorrow
Tor the hand, the
lips,
the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The
delight of
The
delight of low replies.
happy laughter,
6.
'Tis a
And
morning pure and sweet,
dewy splendour
On the
To the
'Tis a
And
She
little
flower that clings
turrets
and the walls
is
morning pure and sweet,
the light and shadow
And
fleet
walking in "the meadow,
the woodland echo rings
In a moment we
She
falls
is
shall
meet
singing in the meadow,
And the
rivulet at her feet
MATJD.
85
Bipples on in light and shadow
To the
ballad that she sings.
7.
Do
I hear her sing as of old,
My bird with the
shining head,
own dove with the tender eye ?
My
But there
There
And
is
rings on a sudden a passionate cry,
some one dying or dead,
a sullen thunder
is roll'd
For a tumult shakes the
And
I wake,
my
dream
city,
is fled
In the shuddering dawn, behold,

"Without knowledge, without pity,
Ey
the curtains of
my bed
That abiding phantom
cold.
8.
Get thee hence, nor come
Mix
not
again,
memory with doubt,
MAUD.
86
Pass, thou deathlike type of pain,
Pass and cease to move about,

'Tis the blot
That
upon the brain
show
will
itself without.
9.
Then I
And
rise,
the eavedrops
the yellow vapours choke
The great
city
sounding wide
The day comes, a

"Wrapt in
On
fall,
dull red ball
drifts of lurid
smoke
the misty river-tide.
10.
Thro' the hubbub of the market
steal,
a wasted frame,
It crosses here,
Thro'
all
it
crosses there,
that crowd confused and loud,
MAUD.
The shadow
And on my
87
the same
still
heavy eyelids
My anguish hangs like
shame.
11.
Alas for her that met me,
That heard
me
softly call,
Came glimmering
At
thro' the laurels
the quiet evenfall,
In the garden by the turrets
Of the
old manorial hall.
12.
Would
From
the happy spirit descend,
the realms of light and song,
In the chamber or the
As
she looks
street,
among the
Should I fear to greet
blest,
my
friend
MAUD.
Cr
to say
Or
to ask her,
'
forgive the wrong,'
To the regions
'
take me, sweet,

'
of thy rest ?
13.
But the broad
light glares
and
beats,
And the shadow
flits
And
will not let
me
And
I loathe the squares and streets,
And
the faces that one meets,
and
be
Hearts with no love for
fleets
me
Always I long to creep

Into some
still
cavern deep,
There to weep, and weep, and weep
My whole
soul out to thee.
MAUD.
89
XXV.
Dead, long dead,
Long dead
And my
And
heart
is
a handful of dust,
the wheels go over
And my
Por
my
bones are shaken with pain,
into a shallow grave they are thrust,
Only a yard beneath the
And
head,
street,
the hoofs of the horses beat, beat,
The hoofs of the horses
beat,
Beat into
my
my
scalp and
With never an end to
brain,
the stream of passing feet,
Driving, hurrying, marrying, burying,
Clamour and rumble, and ringing and
clatter,
MAUD.
90
And
here beneath
it is all
as bad,
Eor I thought the dead had peace, but
To have no peace
in the grave,
Eut up and down and

Ever about
And
Is
me
is
it is
not so
that not sad
to and fro,
men go
the dead
then to hear a dead
man
chatter
enough to drive one mad.
2.
Wretchedest age, since Time began,
They cannot even bury a man
And
tho*
we
paid our tithes in the days that are
gone,
"Not a bell
It
is
was rung, not a prayer was read
that which
the dead
There
is
makes us loud in the world of
none that does
his work, not one
A touch of their office might have sufficed,

Eut the churchmen
As
fain
would
kill their
the churches have kill'd their Christ.
church,
MAUD.
91
3.
See, there is one of us sobbing,
No
limit to his distress
And
To
another, a lord of
his
And
own
great
The
To
yonder a
Tor
things, praying
as I guess
self,
the press
fool, to
vile physician,
case of his patient
tickle the
And
all
another, a statesman there, betraying
His party-secret,
And
blabbing
all for
what
maggot born in an empty head,
wheedle a world that loves him not,

it is
but a world of the dead.
Nothing but
idiot gabble
For the prophecy given of old
And
then not understood,
Has come
JN"ot let
to pass as foretold
any man think
for the public good,
MAUD.
92
But
babble, merely for babble.
Tor I never whisper' d a private
affair
Within the bearing of cat or mouse,

No, not to myself in the
But I heard
it
house
closet alone,
shouted at once from the top of the
Everything came to be known
Who
told
Mm we were there ?
5.
Not
that gray old wolf, for he
From
came not back
the wilderness, full of wolves, where he used

to lie
He has
gather' d the bones for his o'ergrown whelp

to crack
Crack them now for yourself, and howl, and
Prophet, curse
And
curse
me
me
the blabbing
lip,
the British vermin, the rat
die.
MAUD.
I
93
know not whether he came
But I know that he
lies
and
in the
listens
Hanover
In an ancient mansion's crannies and holes

Arsenic, arsenic,
sir,
would do
ship,
mute
:
it,
Except that now we poison our babes, poor souls

It
used up for that.
is all
7.
Tell
him now
Not
beautiful now, not even kind
He may
she
take her
is
standing here at
now
my
head
for she never speaks her
mind,
But
is
ever the one thing silent here.
She
is
not of us, as I divine
She comes from another

Stiller,
stiller
world of the dead,
not fairer than mine.
8.
But I know where
a garden grows,
Eairer than aught in the world beside,
MAUD.
94
All
made up
of the lily and rose
That blow by night, when the season
To the sound
It
is
And
is
good,
of dancing music and flutes
only flowers, they had no
fruits,
I almost fear they are not roses, but blood
For the keeper was one,
He
linkt a dead
For
he, if
man
so full of pride,
there to a spectral bride
he had not been a Sultan of brutes,
"Would he have that hole in his side
9.
But what
He
will the old
man
say
laid a cruel snare in a pit
To catch
a friend of mine one stormy day
Yet now I could even weep

Tor what
will the old
man
to think of
it
say
"When he comes to the second corpse in the pit
10.
Friend, to be struck by the public foe,
MAUD.
Then
to strike
him and
lay
That were a public merit,
95
him
low,
far,
"Whatever the Quaker holds, from sin
But the red
life spilt for
a private blow
I swear to you, lawful and lawless war
Are
scarcely even akin.
11.
me,
Is
it
why have
they not buried
kind to have made
Me, that was never a
Maybe
still
am but
me
deep enough
a grave so rough,
quiet sleeper ?
half-dead
Then I cannot be wholly dumb

1 will cry to the steps above
And
me
my
head,
somebody, surely, some kind heart will come
To bury me, bury me

Deeper, ever so
little
deeper.
MATJD.
XXVI.
1.
My life has crept

Thro'
cells
so long
on a broken wing
of madness, haunts of horror and fear,
That I come to be grateful at
last for a little
thing:
My mood is
When the
changed, for
face of night
it fell
is fair
at a time of year
on the dewy downs,
And
the shining daffodil dies, and the Charioteer
And
starry
Gemini hang
like glorious
crowns
Over Orion's grave low down in the west,

That
like a silent lightning
under the
stars
She seem'd to divide in a dream from a band of the

blest,
MAUD.
And
spoke of a hope for the world in the coming
wars
'
97
And
in that hope, dear soul, let trouble have rest,
Knowing I
tarry for thee,' and pointed to
As he glow'd
like a
Mars
ruddy shield on the Lion's
breast.
2.
And
was but a dream, yet
it
it
yielded a dear
delight
To have
look'd, tho' but in a dream,
upon eyes
so
fair,
That had been in a weary world

bright
And it was
my
one thing
lighten' d
my despair
but a dream, yet
it
"When I thought that a war would
arise in defence
of the right,
That an iron tyranny now should bend or
The glory
Nor
of
manhood stand on
Britain's one sole
God be
cease,
his ancient height,
the millionaire
MATJD.
98
No more
shall
commerce be
all
in
all,
and Peace
Pipe on her pastoral hillock a languid note,
And watch
Nor
her harvest ripen, her herd increase,
the cannon-bullet rust on a slothful shore,
And
the
cobweb
woven
the
across
cannon's
throat
Shall shake its threaded tears in the
wind no more.
3.
And
'
It
months ran on and rumour of battle grew,
as
is
time,
it is
time,
passionate heart,' said I
(For I cleaved to a cause that I
felt to
be pure
and true),
6
It is time,
passionate heart and morbid eye,
That old hysterical mock-disease should
And
I stood on a giant deck and mix'd
die.'
my
breath
"With a loyal people shouting a battle cry,

Till I
saw the dreary phantom
Par into the North, and
battle,
arise
and
fly
and seas of death.
MAUD.
99
4.
Let
Of
it
go or stay, so I wake to the higher aims
a land that has lost for a
And
love of a peace that
little
was
her lust of gold,
full
of wrongs and
Horrible, hateful, monstrous, not to be told
And
once more to the
hail
unroll' d
Tho'
banner of battle
!
,
a light shall darken,
many
and many
shall
weep
For those that
are crush' d in the clash of jarring
claims,
Yet God's just doom
shall
be wreak'd on a giant
liar;
And many
a darkness into the light shall leap,
And shine
in the sudden
making of splendid names,
And
noble thought be freer under the sun,
And
the heart of a people beat with one desire
For the
long, long canker of peace is over
and done
h2
MAUD.
100
And now by
the side of the Black and the Baltic
deep,
And
deathful-grinning
mouths
of the
fortress,
flames
The blood-red blossom of war with a heart of fire,
THE BROOK;
AN
IDYL.
'
Hebe, by
And
this brook,
he for Italy
One whom
too
we
parted
late
too
And mellow
Thought
a dead thing
The thing that

had he lived
Of those
They
late
scrip
and
is
how money
breeds,
yet himself could
not as the thing that
make
is.
In our schoolbooks we
say,
that held their heads above the crowd,
flourish' d
then or then
but
share,
metres more than cent for cent
could he understand
it
I to the East
the strong sons of the world despise
For lucky rhymes to him were
JS*or
life
in
him
THE BEOOK.
102
Could scarce be said to nourish, only touch' d
On
such a time as goes before the
When
And
all
the
wood stands
nothing perfect
leaf,
in a mist of green,
yet the brook he loved,
For which, in branding summers of Bengal,
Or
ev'n the sweet half-English JNeilgherry
I panted, seems, as I re-listen to
air,
it,
Prattling the primrose fancies of the boy,
To me
"
"
that loved
him
for
babbling brook," says
Whence come you ?
"
"
brook," he says,
Edmund
in his rhyme,
and the brook, why not
replies.
I conie from haunts of coot and hern,

I
make a sudden
And
sparkle out
among the
To bicker down a
By
sally
fern,
valley.
thirty hills I hurry down,
Or
slip
between the ridges,
By twenty thorps, a little town,

And half a hundred bridges.
THE BEOOK.
Till last
by
Philip's
103
farm I flow
To join the brimming
river,
For men may come and men may
But
Poor
lad,
he died at Florence, quite worn out,
Travelling to Naples.
It has
go,
I go on for ever.
more ivy
There
is
there the river
Darnley bridge,
;
and there
Stands Philip's farm where brook and river meet.
I chatter over stony ways,
In
little
sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,

I babble
on the pebbles.
With many a curve my banks
I fret
By many a field and fallow,

And many a fairy foreland set
"With willow- weed and mallow.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To
join the
brimming
river,
But
go on
for ever.
go,
THE BEOOK.
104
But
Philip chatter' d
Old Philip
all
more than brook or bird
about the
fields
His weary daylong chirping,
you caught
like the
dry
High-elbow' d grigs that leap in summer grass.
wind about, and
in
and
out,
"With here a blossom sailing,
And
here and there a lusty trout,
And
And
here and there a grayling,
here and there a foamy flake
Upon me,
"With
many
as I travel
a silyery waterbreak
Above the golden
And draw them
gravel,
all along,

For men
go,
for ever.
darling Katie "Willows, his one child
A maiden
river,
may come and men may
But I go on
'
and flow
of our century, yet most
meek
daughter of our meadows, yet not coarse
THE BEOOK.
Straight,
Her
In
105
but as lissome as a hazel wand
eyes a bashful azure, and her hair
gloss
and hue the chestnut, when the
shell
Divides threefold to show the fruit within.
Sweet Katie, once I did her a good turn,
Her and her
far-off cousin
and betrothed,
James Willows, of one name and heart with

For here I came, twenty years back
Before I parted with poor
By that
Still
the week
crost
old bridge which, half in ruins then,
makes a hoary eyebrow
Beyond
it,
for the
gleam
where the waters marry
"Whistling a
And
Edmund
her.
crost,
random bar of Bonny Doon,
push'd at Philip's garden-gate.
The
gate,
Half-parted from a weak and scolding hinge,
Stuck
and he clamour' d from a casement, "run
To Katie somewhere
"
Eun, Katie
"
!
in the walks below,
Katie never ran
she
moved
To meet me, winding under woodbine bowers,
"'
THE BEOOK.
106
A little flutter' d, with her eyelids

Eresh apple-blossom, blushing
'
What was
Had
Katie
not
"Who dabbling
And
it ?
less of
illiterate
down,
for a boon.
sentiment than sense

;
neither one
in the fount of Active tears,
nursed by mealy-mouth' d philanthropies,
Divorce the Feeling from her mate the Deed.
'
She told me.
She and James had
quarrell'd.
Why?
What
cause of quarrel
James had no cause
None, she
said,
no cause
but when I prest the cause,
I learnt that James had flickering jealousies
Which
anger' d her.
But Katie
And
anger' d
James
snatch' d her eyes at once
figure like a wizard's
garden gravel,
let
pentagram
my query
Unclaim'd, in flushing silence,
pass
till
said.
from mine,
sketching with her slender pointed foot
Some
On
Who
I ask'd
THE BROOK.
"
If James were coming.
107
Coming every day,"
She answer' d, " ever longing to explain,
But evermore her
father
With some long-winded
And
came across
and broke him short
tale,
How
could
wrong?
help her
"
"Would I
was
"
(Claspt hands and that petitionary grace
Of sweet
"
seventeen subdued
would I take her father
For one
And
and
half-hour,
let
me
ere she spoke)
for one hour,
him
talk to
us, like a
wader
Beyond the brook, waist-deep
in the surf,
in meadow-sweet.
Katie, what I suffer' d for your sake
For in I went, and
call'd old Philip
To show the farm
full willingly
He
"
me
even while she spoke, I saw where James
Made toward
'
James departed vext with him and her."
led
me
out
he rose
thro' the short sweet-smelling lanes
Of his wheat-suburb, babbling
as he went.
it
THE BROOK.
108
He
praised his land, his horses, his machines
He
praised his ploughs, his cows, his hogs, his dogs ;
He
praised his hens, his geese, his guinea-hens
His pigeons, who in session on their roofs
Approved him, bowing
Then from the
Her
at their
own
deserts
plaintive mother's teat he took
blind and shuddering puppies, naming each,
And naming
were
Then
those, his friends,
whom
they
crost the
To show
for
common
into Darnley chase
Sir Arthur's deer.
In copse and fern
Twinkled the innumerable ear and
tail.
Then, seated on a serpent-rooted beech,
He
'
pointed out a pasturing
colt,
and
said
That was the four-year-old I sold the
And
Squire.'
there he told a long long-winded tale
Of how
the Squire had seen the colt at grass,
And how
it
And how he
To
was the thing his daughter wish'd,

sent the bailiff to the farm
learn the price, and what the price he ask'd,
THE BROOK.
And how
the
But he stood
He
bailiff
swore that he was mad,
firm
and
gave them line
He met
Who
and
then and there had

firm
He knew
man
five
hung
the
(It
might be
last of
May
something more,
its
and how by chance
price
at last
or April, he forgot,
April or the
found the
offer' d
the colt would fetch
gave them line
first
bailiff riding
of
May)
by the farm,
And, talking from the point, he drew him
And
days after that
and so the matter hung
He
He
so the matter
the bailiff at the Golden Fleece,
But he stood
The
109
there he mellow' d
all his
heart with
in,
ale,
Until they closed a bargain, hand in hand.
Then, while I breathed in sight of haven, he,
Poor
fellow, could
And
ran thro'
all
Wild Will, Black
he help
it ?
recommenced,
the coltish chronicle,

Bess, Tantivy, TaUyho,
Beform, White Eose, Bellerophon, the
Jilt,
THE BEOOK.
110
Arbaces, and Phenomenon, and the rest,

Till,
not to die a listener, I arose,
And
with
me
Philip, talking
still
and so
We turn'd our foreheads from the falling sun,

And
following our
As when they
own shadows
follow' d us
thrice as long
from Philip's door,
Arrived, and found the sun of sweet content
Ke-risen in Katie's eyes, and
I slide
by
hazel covers
plots,
move the sweet forget-me-nots

That grow
for
happy
lovers.
I slide, I gloom, I glance,
slip,
make
Among my skimming
swallows
the netted sunbeam dance
Against
things well.
by lawns and grassy
I steal
all
my
sandy shallows.
murmur under moon and

In brambly wildernesses
I linger
by
I loiter
my
stars
;
shingly bars
round
my
cresses
THE BROOK.
And
Ill
out again I curve and flow
river,
But
I go
men may come and
Yes,
All gone.
My
go; and these are gone,
dearest brother,
Edmund,
Not by the well-known stream and

But
unfamiliar Arno, and the
Of Brunelleschi
Poor
rustic spire,
and
Philip, of all his lavish waste of
W.
on
I scraped the lichen from
it
his
:
sleeps,
dome
sleeps in peace
Eemains the lean P.
By
go,
on for ever.
tomb
he,
words
:
Katie walks
the long wash of Australasian seas
Far
And
off,
and holds her head to other
breathes in converse seasons.
stars,
All are gone.'
So Lawrence Aylmer, seated on a style
In the long hedge, and
rolling in his
Old waifs of rhyme, and bowing
mind
o'er the
A tonsured head in middle age forlorn,
brook
THE BBOOK.
112
On
Mused, and was mute.
Of tender
The
air
fragil bindweed-bells
And
he look'd up.
Waiting to
On
made tremble
pass.
a sudden a low breath

in the hedge
and briony rings
There stood a maiden near,
In much amaze he stared
eyes a bashful azure, and on hair
In gloss and hue the chestnut, when the
shell
Divides threefold to show the fruit within

'
Then, wondering, ask'd her
farm
6
'
Yes
Are you from the
'
'
answer' d she.
Pray stay a
little
pardon
me;
What
do they
'
call
you
<
Katie.'
'
That were
strange.
What surname?'
my
'
Indeed
'
!
<
Willows.'
'No!*
Who
That
is
name.'
and here he look'd so
self-perplext,
That Katie laugh' d, and laughing blush' d,

Laugh' d
<
also,
feels a
till
he
but as one before he wakes,
glimmering strangeness in his dream.
THE BEOOK.
Then looking
Too
fresh
at her
and
'
;
fair in
To be the ghost
113
Too happy,
fresh
fair,
our sad world's best bloom,
of one
who bore your name
About these meadows, twenty years
and
Have you not heard
'
ago.'
said Katie,
'
we came
back.
We bought the farm we tenanted before.

Am I so like her ? so they said on board.
Sir, if
you knew her in her English
My mother, as
it
seems you
That most she loves to talk
My brother
James
is
days,
did, the days

of,
come with me.
in the harvest-field
But she you will be welcome 0, come in
'
!
THE LETTERS.
1.
Still on the tower stood the vane,
A black yew gloom' d the
stagnant
air,
I peer'd athwart the chancel pane
And saw
the altar cold and bare.
A clog of lead was round my feet,

A band of pain across my brow
*
Cold
altar,
Heaven and earth
Before you hear
my
shall
meet
marriage vow.'
i
THE LETTEES.
116
2.
humm'd
I turn'd and
a bitter song
That moek'd the wholesome human heart,
And
then we met in wrath and wrong,
We met, but only meant to part.

Full cold
greeting was and dry
my
She faintly smiled, she hardly moved
I saw with half-unconscious eye
She wore the colours I approved.
3.
She took the
With
Then
gave
my
letters
back to me.
gave the trinkets and the rings,
My gifts,
As
ivory chest,
half a sigh she turn'd the key,
raised her head with lips comprest,
And
And
little
when
gifts of
mine could please
looks a father on the things
Of his dead
son, I looked
on
these.
THE LETTEBS.
117
4.
She told
me
all
her friends had said
I raged against the public liar
She talk'd as
But
1
in
my
No more
if
her love were dead,
words were seeds of fire.
of love
your sex
is
known
I never will be twice deceived.
Henceforth I trust the
man
The woman cannot be
alone,
believed.
5.
Thro' slander, meanest spawn of Hell
(And women's
And
you,
whom
Thro' you,
slander
is
the worst),
once I loved so well,
my life
will
be
accurst.'
I spoke with heart, and heat and force,
I shook her breast with vague alarms
Like torrents from a mountain source
"We rush'd into each
other's arms.
THE LETTEKS.
118
6.
We parted:
And
Low
sweetly gleam' d the stars,
sweet the vapour-braided blue,
breezes fann'd the belfry bars,
As homeward by
The very graves
the church I drew.
appear' d to smile,
So fresh they rose in shadow' d swells

*
Dark porch
'
I said
'
and
silent aisle
There comes a sound of marriage
bells.'
ODE
ON THE DEATH OF
THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.
ODE ON THE DEATH
THE DUKE OE WELLINGTON.
1.
Btjet the Great
Duke
"With an empire's lamentation,
Let us bury the Great Duke
To the
noise of the
Mourning when
mourning of a mighty nation,
their leaders
fall,
"Warriors carry the warrior's pall,
And
sorrow darkens hamlet and
hall.
ODE ON THE DEATH OF
122
2.
Where
shall
we
lay the
man whom we
deplore ?
Here, in streaming London's central roar.
Let the sonnd of those he wrought
And
the feet of those he fought
Echo round
for,
for,
his bones for evermore.
3.
Lead out the pageant
As
fits
sad and slow,
an universal woe,
Let the long long procession
And
let
And
let the
The
go,
the sorrowing crowd about
it
grow,
mournful martial music blow
last great
Englishman
is
low.
4.
Mourn,
for to us
Remembering
he seems the
all his
last,
greatness in the Past.
No more
With
in soldier fashion will he greet
lifted
hand the gazer in the
street.
mute
friends, onr chief state-oracle is
Mourn
123
for the
man
of long-enduring blood,
The statesman-warrior, moderate,
Whole
in himself, a
Mourn
for the
man
common
resolute,
good.
of amplest influence,
Yet
clearest of ambitious crime,
Our
greatest yet with least pretence,
Great in council and great in war,
Foremost captain of his time,

Eich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only
are,
In
his simplicity sublime.
good gray head which
voice from which their
iron nerve to true occasion true,
fall'n at
Which
all
men knew,
omens
all
men
drew,
length that tower of strength
stood four-square to
blew!
all
the winds that
124
ODE OK THE DEATH OP
Such was he
whom we
The long
deplore.
self-sacrifice of life is o'er.
The great "World- victor's
victor will be seen
more.
5.
All
is
over and done
Render thanks to the Giver,

England, for thy son.
Let the
bell
be
toll'd.
Eender thanks to the Giver,
And
render him to the mould.
Under the
cross of gold
That shines over

There he
city
and
river,
shall rest for ever
Among
the wise and the bold.
Let the
bell
And
be
toll'd
a reverent people behold
The towering
Bright let
it
car,
the sable steeds
be with his blazon' d deeds,
no
THE DTJKE OF WELLINGTON.
Dark
125
in its funeral fold.
Letthebell betoll'd:
And
a deeper knell in the heart be knoll' d
And
the sound of the sorrowing anthem roll'd
Thro' the dome of the golden cross
And
the volleying cannon thunder his loss
He knew
their voices of old.
For many a time in many a clime

His captain' s-ear has heard them boom
Bellowing victory, bellowing doom
"When he with those deep
voices wrought,
Guarding realms and kings from shame
With
The
those deep voices our dead captain taught
tyrant,
and
asserts his claim
In that dread sound to the great name,
Which he
has worn so pure of blame,
In praise and in dispraise the same,
A man of well-attemper' d frame.

O
civic
To such
muse, to such a name,

a
name
for ages long,
ODE ON THE DEATH OE
126
To such a name,
Preserve a broad approach of fame,
And
ever-ringing avenues of song.
6.
Who
is
he that cometh,
like
With banner and with
an honour' d guest,
music, with soldier and
with priest,
With
a nation weeping, and breaking on
Mighty seaman,
Was
great
this is
by land
as
my
rest ?
he
thou by
sea.
Thine island loves thee well, thou famous man,
The
greatest sailor since our world began.
Now,
to the roll of muffled drums,
To thee the
For
this is
Was
His
greatest soldier comes
he
great by land as thou
foes
give
were thine
him welcome,
by
sea
he kept us free
this is he,

"Worthy of our gorgeous
And worthy
For
He
to be laid
127
rites,
by thee
this is England's greatest son,
that gain'd a hundred fights,
Nor
ever lost an English
This
is
he that
far
gun
away
Against the myriads of Assaye

Clash' d with his fiery few
And
and won
underneath another sun,
"Warring on a later day,
Eound
The
affrighted Lisbon
drew
treble works, the vast designs
Of his
labour' d rampart-lines,
"Where he greatly stood at bay,
Whence he
And
issued forth anew,
ever great and greater grew,
Beating from the wasted vines
Back
to France her banded swarms,
Back
to Prance with countless blows,
Till o'er
the
hills
her eagles flew
ODE
128
(XNT
THE DEATH OF
Past the Pyrenean pines,
Eollow'd up in valley and glen

"With blare of bugle, clamour of men,
Roll of cannon and clash of arms,
And England
pouring on her
Such a war had such a
Again
foes.
close.
their ravening eagle rose
In anger, wheel' d on Europe-shadowing wings,
And
Till
On
barking for the thrones of kings
one that sought but Duty's iron crown

that loud sabbath shook the spoiler
A day of onsets
of despair
down
Dash'd on every rocky square

Their surging charges foam'd themselves away
Last, the Prussian trumpet blew
Thro' the long-tormented air
Heaven
flash' d
And down we
a sudden jubilant ray,
swept and charged and overthrew.
So great a soldier taught us there,
"What long- enduring hearts could do
THE DUKE OE WELLINGTON.

In that world' s-earthquake, "Waterloo
Mighty seaman, tender and
And
129
true,
pure as he from taint of craven guile,
saviour of the silver-coasted
shaker of the Baltic and the Nile,
isle,
If aught of things that here befall
Touch a
spirit
among
If love of country
Be
move thee there
glad, because his bones are laid
And
In
things divine,
at
all,
by thine
thro' the centuries let a people's voice
full acclaim,
A people's voice,
The proof and echo of all human fame,
A people's voice, when they rejoice

At
civic revel
and pomp and game,
Attest their great commander's claim
With
honour, honour, honour, honour to him,
Eternal honour to his name.
ODE ON THE DEATH OE
130
r.
A people's voice
Tho'
all
men
we
are a people jet.
else their nobler
dreams forget
Confused by brainless mobs and lawless Powers
Thank
Him who
isled us here,
and roughly
set
His Saxon in blown seas and storming showers,
We have a voice, with which to pay the

Of boundless
love and reverence and regret
To those great men who
And
it
keep
debt
ours,
fought, and kept
Grod,
it
ours.
from brute control
Statesmen, guard us, guard the eye, the soul
Of Europe, keep our
And
noble England whole,
save the one true seed of freedom
sown
Betwixt a people and their ancient throne,
That sober freedom out of which there springs
Our
loyal passion for our temperate kings
Eor, saving that, ye help to save mankind

Till public
And
drill
wrong be crumbled
into dust,
the raw world for the march of mind,
THE DTJKE OF WELLINGTON.

crowds at length be sane and crowns be
Till
But wink no more
led your hosts
bad you guard the sacred
coasts.
Tour cannons moulder on the seaward

His voice
is silent
For ever
For ever
silent
even
silent
"Who never
if
they broke
yet remember
"Who
all
Man who
spoke
sold the truth to serve the hour,
palter' d
let
in your council-hall
spoke among you, and the
Nor
wall
and whatever tempests lour
In thunder,
He
with Eternal
God
for
power
the turbid streams of rumour flow
Thro' either babbling world of high and low
"Whose
just.
in slothful overtrust.
Eemember him who
He
131
life
was work, whose language
"With rugged maxims
hewn from
"Who never spoke against a
foe
life
rife
"Whose eighty winters freeze with one rebuke

All great self-seekers trampling on the right
Truth-teller
was our England's Alfred named
k2
ODE ON THE DEATH OF
132
Duke
Truth-lover was our English
Whatever
He
record leap to light
never shall be shamed.
8.
Lo, the leader in these glorious wars
Now
to glorious burial slowly borne,
Follow' d by the brave of other lands,
He, on
whom
from both her open hands
Lavish Honour shower' d
And
affluent
Tea,
let all
Him who
But
as
all
her
Fortune emptied
her horn.
cares not to be great,

state.
or twice in our rough island-story,
The path of duty was the way
He
all
good things await
he saves or serves the
Not once
stars,
that walks
For the
right,
Love of
self,
it,
to glory
only thirsting
and learns to deaden
before his journey closes,
He
shall find the
133
stubborn thistle bursting
Into glossy purples, which outredden

All voluptuous garden-roses.
Not once
or twice in our fair island-story,
The path
of duty
was the way
to glory
He, that ever following her commands,
On
with
of heart and knees and hands,
toil
Thro' the long gorge to the far light has
His path upward, and
prevail' d,
Shall find the toppling crags of
Are
close
scaled
Duty
upon the shining table-lands
To which our Grod Himself is moon and

Such was he
But while the

Let
won
his great
his
work
races of
is
done
sun.
mankind endure,
example stand
Colossal, seen of every land,
And
keep the soldier
Till in all lands
firm, the
and thro'
all
The path of duty be the way
statesman pure
human
story
to glory
And let the land whose hearths he
saved from shame
ODE ON THE DEATH OF
134
For many and many an age proclaim
At
civic revel
And when
and pomp and game,
the long-illumined cities flame,
Their ever-loyal iron leader's fame,

"With honour, honour, honour, honour to him,
Eternal honour to his name.
9.
Peace, his triumph will be sung
By some
yet unmoulded tongue
Par on in summers that we

Peace,
it is
shall
not see
a day of pain
Por one about whose patriarchal knee

Late the
little
it is
peace,
Por
one,
children clung
a day of pain
upon whose hand and heart and brain
Once the weight and
fate of
Europe hung.
Ours the pain, be his the gain
More than
is
of man's degree
Must be with
At
this,
see not
revere,
From
And
watching here
our great solemnity.
"Whom we
"We
us,
135
we
revere.
and we refrain
talk of battles loud
brawling memories
and
all
vain,
too free
For such a wise humility
As
befits a
solemn fane
We revere, and while we hear

The
tides of Music's golden sea
Setting toward eternity,
Uplifted high in heart and hope are we,
Until
we doubt not
that for one so true
There must be other nobler work to do
Than when he fought
And
Tor
And
at Waterloo,
Yictor he must ever be.

tho' the Griant
Ages heave the
hill
break the shore, and evermore
Make and
break, and
work
their will
Tho' worlds on worlds in myriad myriads
roll
ODE ON THE DITKE OE WELLINGTON.
136
Round
And
us, each
with different powers,
other forms of
than ours,
life
"What know we greater than the soul
On
Grod and Godlike
men we
build our. trust.
Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's
ears
The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and
tears
The black earth yawns

Ashes to
He
is
G-one
the mortal disappears
ashes, dust to dust
gone who seem'd so great.

;
Of the
but nothing can bereave him

force he
made
his
own
Being here, and we believe him

Something
And
far
advanced in State,
that he wears a truer crown
Than any wreath
that
But speak no more
Lay your
And
man
can weave him.
of his renown,
earthly fancies down,
in the vast cathedral leave him.
G-od accept him, Christ receive him.
THE DAISY.
WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH.
love, what hours were thine and mine,
In lands of palm and southern pine
In lands of palm, of orange-blossom,
Of olive,
aloe,
What Eoman
In
ruin,
and maize and
vine.
strength Turbia show'd
by the mountain road
How like
a gem, beneath, the city
Of little Monaco,
basking, glow'd.
THE DAISY.
138
How
The
richly
down the rocky
dell
torrent vineyard streaming
To meet the sun and sunny
fell
waters,
That only heaved with a summer
What
By
swell.
slender campanili grew
bays, the peacock's neck in
hue
"Where, here and there, on sandy beaches
A milky-bell' d amaryllis blew.
How young
Columbus seem'd to
Tet present
in his natal grove,
JN"ow watching high
on mountain
And
steering,
Now
pacing mute by ocean's rim
Till,
rove,
cornice,
now, from a purple cove,
in a narrow street and dim,
I stay'd the wheels at Cogoletto,
And
drank, and loyally drank to him.
THE DAISY.
Nor knew we
Not
139
well what pleased us most,
the clipt palm of which they boast
But
distant colour,
happy hamlet,
A moulder' d citadel on the coast,
Or
tower, or high hill-convent, seen
A light amid its

Or
Or
olives
green
olive-hoary cape in ocean
rosy blossom in hot ravine,
Where
oleanders flush' d the bed
Of silent
And,
Of ice,
torrents, gravel-spread
crossing, oft
far off
we saw
the glisten
on a mountain head.
We loved that hall, tho'
white and cold,
Those niched shapes of noble mould,
A princely people's awful princes,

The
grave, severe Grenovese of old.
THE DAISY.
140
At Florence
too what golden hours,
In those long
What
galleries,
were ours
drives about the fresh Cascine,
Or walks
in Boboli's ducal bowers.
In bright
vignettes,
Of tower
or duomo, sunny-sweet,
Or
palace,
and each complete,
how the
city glitter' d,
Thro' cypress avenues, at our feet.
But when we
crost the
Remember what
Of rain
At
Lombard
a plague of rain
at Eeggio, at
Parma
plain
;
Lodi, rain, Piacenza, rain.
And
stern and sad (so rare the smiles
Of sunlight)
look'd the
Porch-pillars
And
Lombard
on the lion
sombre, old,
piles
resting,
colonnaded
aisles.
THE DAISY.
Milan,
the chanting quires,
The giant windows'

The
141
blazon' d
fires,
height, the space, the gloom, the glory
A mount of marble, a hundred spires
1 climb' d the roofs at break of day
Sun-smitten Alps before

I stood
among the
lay.
silent statues,
And
statued pinnacles,
How
faintly-flush' d,
Was Monte
me
mute
how
as they.
phantom-fair,
Rosa, hanging there
A thousand shadowy-pencill'd valleys

And snowy
dells in a
golden
Eemember how we came

To Como
all
at last
shower and storm and blast
Had blown
And
air.
the lake beyond his limit,
was flooded
and how we past
THE DAISY.
142
From Como, when
And
in
The
the light was gray,
head, for half the day,
my
rich Yirgilian rustic
Of Lari Maxume,
all
measure
the way,
Like ballad-burthen music, kept,
As on The Lariano
To
crept
that fair port below the castle
Of Queen
Theodolind, where
Or hardly
slept,
we
slept
but watch' d awake
A cypress in the moonlight shake,

The moonlight touching
One
tall
Agave above the
"What more
And up
But
o'er a terrace
lake.
we took our
last adieu,
the snowy Splugen drew,
ere
we
reach' d the highest
I pluck' d a daisy, I gave
it
you.
summit
THE DAISY.
143
It told of
England then to me,
And now
it tells
love,
To
we two
lands of
So dear a
Whose
of Italy.
shall
summer beyond the
life
crying
sea
your arms enfold

is
a cry for gold
Yet here to-night
When ill
go no longer
in this dark city,
and weary, alone and
cold,
I found, tho' crush' d to hard and dry,

This nurseling of another sky
Still in
the
little
And where you
And
book you lent me,
tenderly laid
it
by
I forgot the clouded Forth,
The gloom that saddens Heaven and Earth,
The
And
bitter east, the misty
summer
gray metropolis of the North.
THE DAISY.
144
Perchance, to
lull
the throbs of pain,
Perchance, to charm. a vacant brain,
Perchance, to dream you
My fancy fled to
still
beside me,
the South again.
TO THE REV.
F. D.
Come, when no graver

God-father,
come and
Tour presence
Making the
little
MAURICE.
cares employ,
see your
will be
boy
sun in winter,
one leap for joy.
For, being of that honest few,
Who
give the Fiend himself his due,
Should eighty-thousand college-councils

'
Thunder Anathema,'
friend, at
you
TO THE BEY.
146
Should
At
all
E. D.
MAURICE.
our churchmen foam in spite
you, so careful of the right,
Yet one lay-hearth would

(Take
it
Where,
and come) to the
far
give
Isle of
you welcome
Wight
from noise and smoke of town,
I watch the twilight falling brown

All round a careless-order' d garden
Close to the ridge of a noble down.
You'll have no scandal while you dine,
But honest
And
talk and wholesome wine,
only hear the magpie gossip
Grarrulous under a roof of pine
For groves of pine on either hand,
To break the
And
blast of winter, stand
further on, the hoary Channel
Tumbles a breaker on chalk and sand
TO THE RET.
Where,
Some
if
F. D.
MATJEIOE.
147
below the milky steep
ship of battle slowly creep,
And on
thro' zones of light
Glimmer away
to the lonely deep,
We might discnss
Which made a
and shadow
the Northern sin
selfish
war begin
Dispute the claims, arrange the chances
Emperor, Ottoman, which
shall
win
Or whether war's avenging rod

Shall lash all
Till
Dear
Europe into blood
you should turn
to the
How best to
man
to dearer matters,
is
dear to Grod
help the slender store,
How mend the
How
that
gain in
dwellings, of the poor

life,
as life advances,
Valour and charity more and more.
TO THE BEV.
148
Come, Maurice, come
F. D.
MATJKICE.
the lawn as yet
Is hoar with rime, or spongy- wet
But when the wreath
of
March has
blossom' d,
Crocus, anemone, violet,
Or
later,
pay one
visit here,
Tor those are few we hold
Nor pay but
one, but
Many and many

January, 1S54.
as dear
come
a happy year.
for
many,
WILL:
1.
O well
for
him whose
will is strong
He
suffers,
but he will not suffer long
He
suffers,
but he cannot suffer wrong
For him nor moves the loud world's random mock,
Nor
all
Who
Calamity's hugest waves confound,
seems a promontory of rock,
That, compass' d round with turbulent sound,
In middle ocean meets the surging shock,

Tempest-buffeted, citadel-crown' d.
2.
But
ill
for
him who, bettering not with
time,
Corrupts the strength of heaven-descended
"Will,
150
And
Or
WILL.
ever weaker grows thro' acted crime,
seeming-genial venial fault,
Eecurring and suggesting
He
still
seems as one whose footsteps
halt,
Toiling in immeasurable sand,
And
o'er a
weary sultry
Far beneath a blazing
Sown
The
land,
vault,
in a wrinkle of the monstrous
hill,
city sparkles like a grain of salt.
CHAEGE OF THE LIGHT BEIGADE.
l.
Half
a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,

All in the valley of Death
Eode the
"
six
hundred.
Charge," was the captain's cry
Their' s not to reason why,
Their' s not to
make
Their' s but to do
reply,
and
die,
Into the valley of Death
Eode the
six
hundred.
152
THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE.
2.
Cannon
to right of them,
Cannon
to left of them,
Cannon
in front of
them
Volley'd and thunder' d
Storm'd at with shot and
shell,
Boldly they rode and well
Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell,
Hode the
six
hundred.
Plash' d
all
their sahres bare,
Plash' d
all
at once in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while

All the world wonder' d
Plunged in the battery-smoke

Fiercely the line they broke
Strong was the sabre-stroke
Making an army
reel
Shaken and sunder' d.
Then they rode back, but
Not the
six
not,
hundred.
4.
Cannon
to right of them,
Cannon
to left of them,
Cannon behind them

Volley' d and thunder' d
Storm'd at with shot and
They that had struck
Eode
thro' the
shell,
so well
jaws of Death,
Half a league back again,
Up
from the mouth of Hell,
All that was
left
of them,
Left of six hundred.
153
154
5.
Honour the brave and bold
Long
shall the tale
be
told,
Yea, when our babes are old
How they rode
onward.
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