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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,


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 myself, and the Devil may

pipe to his own.


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

savour 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


Dead perfection, no more; nothing more, if it had

not been

For a chance of travel, a paleness, an hour's defect

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 sensi

tive nose,

From which I escaped heart-free, with the least

little touch of spleen.


Cold and clear-cut face, why come you so crueliy


Breaking a slumber in which all spleenful folly was


Pale with the golden beam of an eyelash dead ou

the cheek,

Passionless, pale, cold face, star-sweet on a gloom

profound; Womanlike, taking revenge too deep for a transient


Done but in thought to your beauty, and ever as

pale as before

Growing and fading and growing upon me without

a sound,

Luminous, gemlike, ghostlike, deathlike, half the

night long Growing and fading and growing, till I could bear

it no more,

But 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 daffodil dead, and Orion low in his


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