VII.

1.

DID I hear it half in a doze

Long since, I know not where ?

Did I dream it an hour ago,

When asleep in this arm-chair?

2.

Men were drinking together,

Drinking and talking of me;

'Well, if it prove a girl, the boy

Will have plenty so let it be.'

3.

Is it an echo of something

Read with a boy's delight,

Viziers nodding together

In some Arabian night?

4.

Strange, that I hear two men,

Somewhere, talking of me;

'Well, if it prove a girl, my boy

Will have plenty: so let it be.'

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, strangely blush'd

To find they were met by my own;

And suddenly, sweetly, my heart beat stronger

And thicker, until I heard no longer

The snowy-banded, dilettante,

Delicate-handed priest intone;

And thought, is it pride, and mused and sigh'd

No surely, now it cannot be pride.'

IX.

I was walking a mile,

More than a mile from the shore,

The sun look'd out with a smile, Betwixt the cloud and the moor,

And riding at set of day

Over the dark moor land,

Rapidly riding far away,

She waved to me with her hand.

There were two at her side,

Something flash'd in the sun,

Down by the hill I saw them ride,

In a moment they were gone:

VI.

1.

MORNING arises stormy and pale,

No sun, but a wannish glare

In fold upon fold of hueless cloud,

And the budded peaks of the wood are bow'd

Caught and cuff'd by the gale:

I had fancied it would be fair.

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,