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And feet like sunny gems on an English green.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
No more shall * * * Peace
Pipe on her pastoral hillock a languid note,
And watch her harvest ripen.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
And ah for a man to arise in me,
That the man I am may cease to be!
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
One still strong man in a blatant land.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
To the dancers dancing in tune;
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
That jewelled mass of millinery,
That oiled and curled Assyrian Bull.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
Ah, Christ, that it were possible,
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an 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.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
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 null,
Dead perfection, no more.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand,
Like some of the simple great gone
Forever and ever by,
One still strong man in a blatant land,
Whatever they call him, what care I,
Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat—one
Who can rule and dare not lie.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the rose is blown.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
To the flowers, and be their sun.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
A shadow flits before me,
Not thou, but like to thee:
Ah Christ, that it were possible
For one short hour to see
The souls we loved, that they might tell us
What and where they be.
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my 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."
Maud; A Monodrama (1855)