. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . e,Knowing your promise to me; A Monodrama. 6i The lilies and roses were all awake,They sighd for the dawn and thee. Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of lily and rose in one ; Shine out, little head, sunning over with the flowers, and be their sun. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, ray life, my fate ;The red rose cries, She is near, she is near ; And the white rose weeps, She is
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . e,Knowing your promise to me; A Monodrama. 6i The lilies and roses were all awake,They sighd for the dawn and thee. Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of lily and rose in one ; Shine out, little head, sunning over with the flowers, and be their sun. There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, ray life, my fate ;The red rose cries, She is near, she is near ; And the white rose weeps, She is late ; The larkspur listens, I hear, I hear; And the lily whispers, I wait. She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a heart would hear her and beat. Were it earth in au earthy bed;My dust would hear her and beat. Had I lain for a century dead ;Would start and tremble under her feet. And blossom in purple and red. 62 Maud; PART The fault was mine, the fault was am I sitting here so stiinnd and still,. and he struck me, madman, over the face.* Plucking the harmless wild-flower on the hill?It is this guilty hand ! — A JMonodraina. 63 And there rises ever a passionate cryFrom underneath in the darkening land —What is it, that has been done ?O dawn of Eden bright over earth and sky,The fires of Hell brake out of thy rising fires of Hell and of Hate ;For she, sweet soul, had hardly spoken a word,When her brother ran in his rage to the gate,He came with the babe-faced lord;Heapd on her terms of disgrace,And while she wept, and I strove to be cool,He fiercely gave me the I with as fierce an anger he strvick me, madman, over the face,Struck me before the languid was gaping and grinning by :Struck for himself an evil stroke;Wrought for his house an irredeemable woe ;For front to front in an hour we a million horrible bellowing echoes brokeFrom the red-ribbd hollow behind the thunderd up into
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