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12.

When a Mammonite mother kills her babe for a

burial fee,

And Timour-Mammon grins on a pile of children's

bones,

Is it peace or war? better, war! loud war by land

and by sea,

War with a thousand battles, and shaking a hundred

thrones.

13.

For I trust if an enemy's fleet came yonder round

by the hill,

And the rushing battle-bolt sang from the three

decker out of the foam,

That the smooth-faced snub-nosed rogue would leap

from his counter and till,

And strike, if he could, were it but with his cheating

yard-wand, home.

14.

There are workmen up at the Hall: they are

coming back from abroad,

The dark old place will be gilt by the touch of a

millionnaire :

I have heard, I know not whence, of the singular

beauty of Maud,

I play'd with the girl when a child; she promised

then to be 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 my mother, the moon-faced

darling of all,

16.

What is she now? My dreams are bad. She may

bring me a curse.

No, there is fatter game on the moor; she will let

me alone.

Thanks, for the fiend best knows whether woman

or man be the worse.

I will bury myself in my books, and the Devil may

pipe to his own.

II.

Long have I sigh'd for a calm : God grant I may

find it at last!

It will never be broken by Maud, she has neither

savor nor salt,

But a cold and clear-cut face, as I found when her

carriage past,

Perfectly beautiful: let it be granted her: where is

the fault?

All that I saw (for her eyes were downcast, not to

be seen)

Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null,

Dead perfection, no more; nothing more, if it had For a chance of travel, a paleness, an hour's defect

not been

of the rose,

Or an underlip, you may call it a little too ripe,

too full,

Or the least little delicate aquiline curve in a

sensitive nose,

From which I escaped heart-free, with the least

little touch of spleen.

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