Maud Has a Garden

Lyrics

Maud has a garden of roses And lilies fair on a lawn; There she walks in her state And tends upon bed and bower And thither I climb'd at dawn And stood by her garden-gate I heard no sound where I stood But the rivulet on from the lawn Running down to my own dark wood Or the voice of the long sea-wave as it swell'd Now and then in the dim-gray dawn; But I look'd, and round, all round the house I beheld The death-white curtain drawn Felt a horror over me creep Prickle my skin and catch my breath Knew that the death-white curtain meant but sleep Yet I shudder'd and thought like a fool of the sleep of death