. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . de ;Her mother has been a thing she came to be so fair without, faithful within,Maud to him is nothing akin :Some peculiar mystic graceMade her only the child of her mother,And heapd the whole inherited sinOn that huge scapegoat of the race,All, all upon the brother. Peace, angry spirit, and let him be !Has not his sister smiled on me ? 36 Maud; A Monodrania. XIV. Maud has a garden of rosesAnd lilies fair on a lawn ;There she walks in her stateAnd tends upon bed and bower,And thither I climbed at dawnAnd stood by her garden-g
. Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . de ;Her mother has been a thing she came to be so fair without, faithful within,Maud to him is nothing akin :Some peculiar mystic graceMade her only the child of her mother,And heapd the whole inherited sinOn that huge scapegoat of the race,All, all upon the brother. Peace, angry spirit, and let him be !Has not his sister smiled on me ? 36 Maud; A Monodrania. XIV. Maud has a garden of rosesAnd lilies fair on a lawn ;There she walks in her stateAnd tends upon bed and bower,And thither I climbed at dawnAnd stood by her garden-gate;A lion ramps at the top,He is claspt by a passion-flower. Mauds own little oak-room (Which Maud, like a precious stone Set in the heart of the carven gloom. Lights with herself, when alone She sits by her music and books And her brother lingers late With a roystering company) looks Upon Mauds own garden-gate : And I thought as I stood, if a hand, as white As ocean-foam in the moon, were laid On the hasp of the window, and my Delight. mauds own little oak-room. (37) 38 Maud; Had a sudden desire, like a glorious ghost, to glide,Like abeam of the seventh Heaven, down to my side,There were but a step to be made. The fancy flatterd m} mind, And again seemd overbold ; Now I thought that she cared for me, Now I thought she was kind Only because she was cold. I heard no sound where I stoodBut the rivulet on from the lawnRunning down to my own dark wood ;Or the voice of the long sea-wave as it swelldNow and then in the dim-gray dawn ;But I looked, and round, all round the house I beheldThe death-white curtain drawn ;Felt a horror over me my skin and catch my breath,Knew that the death-white curtain meant but sleep,Yet I shudderd and thought like a fool of the sleepof death. A 3Io>!odraina. 39 XV. So dark a mind within me dwells,And I make myself such evil cheer, That if / be dear to some one else, Then some one else may have much to fear ; But if / be dear to some o
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