On the blossom'd gable-ends/data1 But b'm99s 3 And thus a delicate spark utai buid Of glowing and growing light Thro' the livelong hours of the dark Till at last when the morning came In a cloud, it faded, and seems But an ashen-gray delight. ; Ah, what shall I be at fifty When I am but twenty-five? ban ghu að Maud Maud Yet, if she were not a cheat, of st of If Maud were all that she seem'd, di 1A And her smile were all that I dream'd, 08 Then the world d were not so bitter But a smile could make it sweet wa A What if tho' her eye seem'd full What if that dandy-despot, he, la baA eat of musk and of insolence, Her brother, from whom I keep aloof, de sw nadw our colgantes eT *en nedle s ni on neil ned oved o 7 otory s an awet ba Keep watch and ward, keep watch and ward, A Yea, too, myself from myself I guard, p 8 Perhaps the smile and tender tone mouse, And my own sad name in corners cried, Till a morbid hate and horror have grown O heart of stone, are you flesh, and caught For what was it else within me wrought B Maudi I have play'd with her when a child; Yet, if she were not a cheat, If Maud were all that she seem'd, VII ry Did I hear it half in a doze Did I dream it an hour ago, When asleep in this arm-chair?n{ 2 Men were drinking together, Is it an echo of somethingo yan den Juf but Read with a boy's delight, Viziers nodding together on naibila snu? Maud Strange, that I hear two men, VIII She came to the village church, And sat by a pillar alone; An angel watching an urn Wept over her, carved in stone; And once, but once, she lifted her eyes, And suddenly, sweetly, my heart beat stronger The snowy-banded, dilettante, Delicate-handed priest intone; And thought, is it pride, and mused and sigh'd IX I was walking a mile, More than a mile from the shore, back The sun look'd out with a smile Betwixt the cloud and the moor And riding at set of day Over the dark moorland, |