Maude Clare

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Maude Clare

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Out of the church she followed them With a lofty step and mien: His bride was like a village maid Maude Clare was like a queen "Son Thomas, " his lady mother said With smiles, almost with tears: "May Nell and you but live as true As we have done for years; "Your father thirty years ago Had just your tale to tell; But he was not so pale as you Nor I so pale as Nell." My lord was pale with inward strife And Nell was pale with pride; My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare Or ever he kissеd the bride "Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord Havе brought my gift, " she said: To bless the hearth, to bless the board To bless the marriage-bed "Here's my half of the golden chain You wore about your neck That day we waded ankle-deep For lilies in the beck: "Here's my half of the faded leaves We plucked from the budding bough With feet amongst the lily leaves, - The lilies are budding now." He strove to match her scorn with scorn He faltered in his place: "Lady, " he said, - "Maude Clare, " he said, - "Maude Clare, " – and hid his face She turn'd to Nell: "My Lady Nell I have a gift for you; Though, were it fruit, the blooms were gone Or, were it flowers, the dew "Take my share of a fickle heart Mine of a paltry love: Take it or leave it as you will I wash my hands thereof." "And what you leave, " said Nell, "I'll take And what you spurn, I'll wear; For he's my lord for better and worse And him I love Maude Clare "Yea, though you're taller by the head More wise and much more fair: I'll love him till he loves me best Me best of all Maude Clare

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  • Christina Rossetti