Maud De Mandeville
Of all, yours is the name that
Singularly stands out, Maud.
Two modulating syllables
Like a childhood illness;
And a fixed and determinate end;
Life, as it were, pronouncing
Your name –
This was how he called to you
When, at last, you heard your day spelled out
In his voice.
Were your eyes brown and eloping
With feudal adventure, Maud?
Did the country look on you favourably
With its pretext of idling welcome,
Only to want to kill you sleeping?
Then, rest Maud, I’ll say it,
Your tannic name,
And break the hymn of words
That act out life;
Every straw and bean of it.