The bitter springs of anger and fear; 4. I wish I could hear again That she warbled alone in her joy! She would not do herself this great wrong For a man and leader of men. 5. Ah God, for a man with heart, head, hand, One still strong man in a blatant land, 6. And ah for a man to arise in me, XI. 1. O LET the solid ground Not fail beneath my feet Before my life has found What some have found so sweet; Then let come what come may, What matter if I go mad, 2. Let the sweet heavens endure, Not close and darken above me Before I am quite quite sure That there is one to love me; Then let come what come may To a life that has been so sad, I shall have had my day. XII. 1. BIRDS in the high Hall-garden They were crying and calling 2. Where was Maud? in our wood; Gathering woodland lilies, 3. Birds in our wood sang Ringing thro' the valleys, Maud is here, here, here 4. I kiss'd her slender hand, She took the kiss sedately; Maud is not seventeen, But she is tall and stately. I to cry out on pride 5. Who have won her favor! O Maud were sure of Heaven If lowliness could save her. 6. I know the way she went Home with her maiden posy, For her feet have touch'd the meadows 7. Birds in the high Hall-garden Were crying and calling to her, Where is Maud, Maud, Maud, 8. Look, a horse at the door, And little King Charles is snarling, XIII. 1. SCORN'D, to be scorn'd by one that I scorn, Is that a matter to make me fret? That a calamity hard to be borne ? Has a broad-blown comeliness, red and white, 2. Who shall call me ungentle, unfair, To give him the grasp of fellowship; 3. Why sits he here in his father's chair? Scarcely, now, would I call him a cheat; Made her only the child of her mother, 4. Peace, angry spirit, and let him be! XIV. 1. MAUD has a garden of roses, 2. Maud's own little oak-room (Which Maud, like a precious stone And I thought as I stood, if a hand, as white On the hasp of the window, and my Delight Had a sudden desire, like a glorious ghost, to glide Like a beam of the seventh Heaven, down to my side, There were but a step to be made. 3. The fancy flatter'd my mind, Now I thought that she cared for me, 4. I heard no sound where I stood But the rivulet on from the lawn Running down to my own dark wood; |