"I'd dress my mother so grand and gay, And the baby should have a new toy each day. "And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor, And all should bless me who left our door." The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill, And saw Maud Muller standing still. "A form more fair, a face more sweet Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet. "And her modest answer and graceful air Show her wise and good as she is fair. "Would she were mine, and I to-day, Like her, a harvester of hay: "No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues, "But low of cattle and song of birds, And health and quiet and loving words." But he thought of his sisters proud and cold, So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on, But the lawyers smiled that afternoon, And the young girl mused beside the well, He wedded a wife of richest dower, Yet oft, in his marble hearth's bright glow, And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes Oft, when the wine in his glass was red, And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms, And the proud man sighed, with a secret pain : "Ah, that I were free again! "Free as when I rode that day, Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay." She wedded a man unlearned and poor, But care and sorrow, and childbirth pain, And oft, when the summer sun shone hot And she heard the little spring brook fall In the shade of the apple-tree again And, gazing down with timid grace, Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls The weary wheel to a spinnet turned, And for him who sat by the chimney lug, A manly form at her side she saw, Then she took up her burden of life again, Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! God pity them both! and pity us all, For of all sad words of tongue or pen, Ah, well! for us all some sweet hope lies And, in the hereafter, angels may COVENTRY PATMORE. ["The Angel in the House." 1856.] THE ESPOUSALS. BY THE SEA. I, WHILE the shop-girl fitted on The sand-shoes, looked where, down the bay, The sea glowed with a shrouded sun. "I'm ready, Felix; will you pay?" That was my first expense for this Sweet stranger whom I called my How light the touches are that kiss The music from the chords of life! Her feet, by half a mile of sea, Wife: In spotless sand, left shapely prints; Then, from the beach, she loaded me With agate-stones, which turned out flints; And, after that, we took a boat: She wished to see the ships-of-war, At anchor, each a lazy mote Dotting the brilliance, miles from shore. A vigorous breeze the canvas filled, Lifting us o'er the bright-ridged gulf, And every lurch my darling thrilled With light fear smiling at itself: And, dashing past the Arrogant, We reached the Wolf; and signal gave My bride was placed within the chair, The red flag wrapped about her feet, And so swung laughing through the air. "Look, Love," she said, "there's Frederick Graham, My Cousin, whom you met, you know.” And, seeing us, the brave man came, And made his frank and courteous bow, And gave my hand a sailor's shake, And said, "You asked me to the Hurst: I never thought my luck would make You and your wife my guests the first." And Honor, cruel, "Nor did we: Have you not lately changed your ship?" "Yes: I'm commander, now," said he, With a slight quiver of the lip. We saw the vessel, shown with pride; Took luncheon; I must eat his salt! Parting he said, (I think my bride Found him unselfish to a fault,) His wish he saw had come to pass, (And so, indeed, her face expressed,) That that should be, whate'er it was, Which made his Cousin happiest. We left him looking from above, Rich bankrupt! for he could afford To say most proudly that his love Was virtue and its own reward. But others loved as well as he, (Thought I, half-angered,) and, if fate, Unfair, had only fashioned me As hapless, I had been as great. |