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In Gerald's Cottage by the hill	A
Old Gerald and his child	B
Innocent Maud dwelt happily	C
He toil'd and she beguiled	B
The long day at her spinning wheel	D
In the garden now grown wild	B
At Gerald's stroke the jay awoke	E
Till noon hack follow'd hack	F
Before the nearest hill had time	G
To give its echo back	F
And evening mists were in the lane	H
Ere Gerald's arm grew slack	F
Meanwhile below the scented heaps	I
Of honeysuckle flower	J
That made their simple cottage porch	K
A cool luxurious bower	J
Maud sat beside her spinning wheel	D
And spun from hour to hour	J
The growing thread thro' her fingers sped	L
Round flew the polish'd wheel	D
Merrily rang the notes she sang	M
At every finish'd reel	D
From the hill again like a glad refrain	H
Follow'd the rapid peal	D
But all is changed The rusting axe	N
Reddens a wither'd bough	O
A spider spins in the spinning wheel	D
And Maud sings wildly now	O
And village gossips say she knows	P
Grief she may not avow	O
Her secret's this In the sweet age	Q
When heaven's our side the lark	R
She follow'd her old father where	S
He work'd from dawn to dark	R
For months to thin the crowded groves	T
Of the old manorial Park	R
She fancied and he felt she help'd	U
And whilst he hack'd and saw'd	V
The rich Squire's son a young boy then	W
Whole mornings as if awed	V
Stood silent by and gazed in turn	X
At Gerald and on Maud	V
And sometimes in a sullen tone	Y
He offer'd fruits and she	C
Received them always with an air	S
So unreserved and free	C
That shame faced distance soon became	Z
Familiarity	C
Therefore in time when Gerald shook	A2
The woods no longer coy	B2
The young heir and the cottage girl	C2
Would steal out to enjoy	B2
The sound of one another's talk	D2
A simple girl and boy	B2
Spring after Spring they took their walks	E2
Uncheck'd unquestion'd yet	F2
They learn'd to hide their wanderings	G2
By wood and rivulet	F2
Because they could not give themselves	H2
A reason why they met	F2
Once Maud came weeping back Poor Child	F2
Was all her father said	F2
And he would steady his old hand	F2
Upon her hapless head	F2
And think of her as tranquilly	C2
As if the child were dead	F2
But he is gone and Maud steals out	F2
This gentle day of June	I2
And having sobb'd her pain to sleep	J2
Help'd by the stream's soft tune	I2
She rests along the willow trunk	K2
Below the calm blue noon	I2
The shadow of her shame and her	J
Deep in the stream behold	F2
Smiles quake over her parted lips	L2
Some thought has made her bold	F2
She stoops to dip her fingers in	M2
To feel if it be cold	F2
'Tis soft and warm and runs as 'twere	J
Perpetually at play	C2
But then the stream she recollects	N2
Bears everything away	C2
There is a dull pool hard at hand	F2
That sleeps both night and day	C2
She marks the closing weeds that shut	F2
The water from her sight	F2
They stir awhile but now are still	C2
Her arms fall down the light	F2
Is horrible and her countenance	O2
Is pale as a cloud at night	F2
Merrily now from the small church tower	J
Clashes a noisy chime	G
The larks climb up thro' the heavenly blue	C2
Carolling as they climb	G
Is it the twisting water eft	F2
That dimples the green slime	G
The pool reflects the scarlet West	F2
With a hot and guilty glow	C2
The East is changing ashy pale	C2
But Maud will never go	C2
While those great bubbles struggle up	P2
From the rotting weeds below	C2
The light has changed A little since	Q2
You scarcely might descry	J
The moon now gleaming sharp and bright	F2
From the small cloud slumbering nigh	R2
And one by one the timid stars	S2
Step out into the sky	R2
The night blackens the pool but Maud	F2
Is constant at her post	F2
Sunk in a dread unnatural sleep	J2
Beneath the skiey host	F2
Of drifting mists thro' which the moon	I2
Is riding like a ghost	F2

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