Maud: A Monodrama (Part II, excerpt)



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    O that 'twere possible
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   After long grief and pain
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   To find the arms of my true love
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   Round me once again!2.

    When I was wont to meet her
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   In the silent woody places
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   By the home that gave me birth,
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   We stood tranced in long embraces
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   Mixt with kisses sweeter sweeter
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   Than anything on earth.2.

    A shadow flits before me,
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   Not thou, but like to thee:
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   Ah Christ, that it were possible
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   For one short hour to see
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   The souls we loved, that they might tell us
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   What and where they be.2.

    It leads me forth at evening,
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   It lightly winds and steals
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   In a cold white robe before me,
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   When all my spirit reels
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   At the shouts, the leagues of lights,
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   And the roaring of the wheels.2.

    Half the night I waste in sighs,
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   Half in dreams I sorrow after
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   The delight of early skies;
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   In a wakeful doze I sorrow
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   For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
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   For the meeting of the morrow,
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   The delight of happy laughter,
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   The delight of low replies.2.

    'Tis a morning pure and sweet,
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   And a dewy splendour falls
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   On the little flower that clings
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   To the turrets and the walls;
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   'Tis a morning pure and sweet,
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   And the light and shadow fleet;
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   She is walking in the meadow,
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   And the woodland echo rings;
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   In a moment we shall meet;
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   She is singing in the meadow,
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   And the rivulet at her feet
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   Ripples on in light and shadow
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   To the ballad that she sings.2.

    So I hear her sing as of old,
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   My bird with the shining head,
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   My own dove with the tender eye?
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   But there rings on a sudden a passionate cry,
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   There is some one dying or dead,
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   And a sullen thunder is roll'd;
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   For a tumult shakes the city,
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   And I wake, my dream is fled;
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   In the shuddering dawn, behold,
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   Without knowledge, without pity,
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   By the curtains of my bed
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   That abiding phantom cold.2.

    Get thee hence, nor come again,
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   Mix not memory with doubt,
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   Pass, thou deathlike type of pain,
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   Pass and cease to move about!
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   'Tis the blot upon the brain
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   That will show itself without.2.

    Then I rise, the eave-drops fall,
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   And the yellow vapours choke
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   The great city sounding wide;
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   The day comes, a dull red ball
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   Wrapt in drifts of lurid smoke
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   On the misty river-tide.2.

    Thro' the hubbub of the market
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   I steal, a wasted frame;
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   It crosses here, it crosses there,
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   Thro' all that crowd confused and loud,
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   The shadow still the same;
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   And on my heavy eyelids
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   My anguish hangs like shame.2.

    Alas for her that met me,
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   That heard me softly call,
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   Came glimmering thro' the laurels
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   At the quiet evenfall,
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   In the garden by the turrets
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   Of the old manorial hall.2.

    Would the happy spirit descend
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   From the realms of light and song,
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   In the chamber or the street,
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   As she looks among the blest,
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   Should I fear to greet my friend
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   Or to say "Forgive the wrong,"
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   Or to ask her, "Take me, sweet,
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   To the regions of thy rest"?2.
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