. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . Swainston . . 359 The Flower 360 Requiescat 362 The Sailor Boy 364 The Islet 366 Child-Songs : 1. The City Child , . 368 2. Minnie and Winnie . 370The Spiteful Letter .... 371Literary Squabbles ..... 372The Victim ...... 373 Wages 378 The Higher Pantheism .... 379 The Voice and the Peak .... 3S1 Flower in the Crannied Wall . 3S3 A Dedication 384 MAUD ; A MONODRAMA. *u PART I HATE the dreadful hollow behind the little wood,Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-red heath,The red-ribbd ledges drip with a silent liorror of Echo
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . Swainston . . 359 The Flower 360 Requiescat 362 The Sailor Boy 364 The Islet 366 Child-Songs : 1. The City Child , . 368 2. Minnie and Winnie . 370The Spiteful Letter .... 371Literary Squabbles ..... 372The Victim ...... 373 Wages 378 The Higher Pantheism .... 379 The Voice and the Peak .... 3S1 Flower in the Crannied Wall . 3S3 A Dedication 384 MAUD ; A MONODRAMA. *u PART I HATE the dreadful hollow behind the little wood,Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-red heath,The red-ribbd ledges drip with a silent liorror of Echo there, whatever is askd her, answers Death. ri. For there in the ghastly pit long since a body was found,His who had given nie life — O father ! O God ! was it well ? —Mangled, and flattend, and crushd, and dinted into the ground:There yet lies the rock that fell with him when he fell. Maud; Did lie fling himself down ? who knows ? for a vast speculation had faiPd,And ever he mutterd and niaddend, and ever wannd with despair,. l HATE THE DREADFUL HOLLOW BEHIND THE LITTLEWOOD. And out he walkd when the wind like a broken worldling waild,And the flying gold of the ruind woodlands drove thro the air. A Monodyama. I remember the time, for the roots of my hair were stirrdBy a shuffled step, by a dead weight traild, by a whisperd fright,And my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heardThe shrill-edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night. Villainy somewhere! whose ? One says, we are villains he : his honest fame should at least by tue be maintained :But that old man, now lord of the broad estate and the Hall,Dropt off gorged from a scheme that had left us flaccid and draind. VI. why do they prate of the blessings of Peace ? we have made them a , each hand lusting for all that is not its own ;And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it better or worseThan the heart of the citizen hissing in war on his own hearthstone ? Maud
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