1Out of the church she followed them
2With a lofty step and mien:
3His bride was like a village maid,
4Maude Clare was like a queen.
5“Son Thomas, ” his lady mother said,
6With smiles, almost with tears:
7“May Nell and you but live as true
8As we have done for years;
9“Your father thirty years ago
10Had just your tale to tell;
11But he was not so pale as you,
12Nor I so pale as Nell.”
13My lord was pale with inward strife,
14And Nell was pale with pride;
15My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare
16Or ever he kissed the bride.
17“Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord,
18Have brought my gift, ” she said:
19To bless the hearth, to bless the board,
20To bless the marriage-bed.
21“Here’s my half of the golden chain
22You wore about your neck,
23That day we waded ankle-deep
24For lilies in the beck:
25“Here’s my half of the faded leaves
26We plucked from the budding bough,
27With feet amongst the lily leaves, -
28The lilies are budding now.”
29He strove to match her scorn with scorn,
30He faltered in his place:
31“Lady, ” he said, - “Maude Clare, ” he said, -
32“Maude Clare, ” – and hid his face.
33She turn’d to Nell: “My Lady Nell,
34I have a gift for you;
35Though, were it fruit, the blooms were gone,
36Or, were it flowers, the dew.
37“Take my share of a fickle heart,
38Mine of a paltry love:
39Take it or leave it as you will,
40I wash my hands thereof.”
41“And what you leave, ” said Nell, “I’ll take,
42And what you spurn, I’ll wear;
43For he’s my lord for better and worse,
44And him I love Maude Clare.
45“Yea, though you’re taller by the head,
46More wise and much more fair:
47I’ll love him till he loves me best,
48Me best of all Maude Clare.
1Out of the church she followed them
2With a lofty step and mien:
3His bride was like a village maid,
4Maude Clare was like a queen.
5“Son Thomas, ” his lady mother said,
6With smiles, almost with tears:
7“May Nell and you but live as true
8As we have done for years;
9“Your father thirty years ago
10Had just your tale to tell;
11But he was not so pale as you,
12Nor I so pale as Nell.”
13My lord was pale with inward strife,
14And Nell was pale with pride;
15My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare
16Or ever he kissed the bride.
17“Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord,
18Have brought my gift, ” she said:
19To bless the hearth, to bless the board,
20To bless the marriage-bed.
21“Here’s my half of the golden chain
22You wore about your neck,
23That day we waded ankle-deep
24For lilies in the beck:
25“Here’s my half of the faded leaves
26We plucked from the budding bough,
27With feet amongst the lily leaves, -
28The lilies are budding now.”
29He strove to match her scorn with scorn,
30He faltered in his place:
31“Lady, ” he said, - “Maude Clare, ” he said, -
32“Maude Clare, ” – and hid his face.
33She turn’d to Nell: “My Lady Nell,
34I have a gift for you;
35Though, were it fruit, the blooms were gone,
36Or, were it flowers, the dew.
37“Take my share of a fickle heart,
38Mine of a paltry love:
39Take it or leave it as you will,
40I wash my hands thereof.”
41“And what you leave, ” said Nell, “I’ll take,
42And what you spurn, I’ll wear;
43For he’s my lord for better and worse,
44And him I love Maude Clare.
45“Yea, though you’re taller by the head,
46More wise and much more fair:
47I’ll love him till he loves me best,
48Me best of all Maude Clare.
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 kissed the bride.
“Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord,
Have 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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