Maud Muller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CD EE FF GG HH II JJ KK EE LL MM NN EE OO CC DD PP LL CC QR CC LL SS CC TU VV LL WG XX CC YN CC OO LL ZZ HA2 CC QR HH LL CC A2H B2B2 C2C2 LL D2D2 E2E2 A2F2 G2G2 CC A2F2 OO CCMaud Muller on a summer's day | A |
Raked the meadow sweet with hay | A |
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Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth | B |
Of simple beauty and rustic health | B |
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Singing she wrought and her merry gleee | C |
The mock bird echoed from his tree | D |
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But when she glanced to the far off town | E |
White from its hill slope looking down | E |
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The sweet song died and a vague unrest | F |
And a nameless longing filled her breast | F |
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A wish that she hardly dared to own | G |
For something better than she had known | G |
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The Judge rode slowly down the lane | H |
Smoothing his horse's chestnut mane | H |
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He drew his bridle in the shade | I |
Of the apple trees to greet the maid | I |
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And asked a draught from the spring that flowed | J |
Through the meadow across the road | J |
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She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up | K |
And filled for him her small tin cup | K |
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And blushed as she gave it looking down | E |
On her feet so bare and her tattered gown | E |
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Thanks said the Judge a sweeter draught | L |
From a fairer hand was never quaffed | L |
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He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees | M |
Of the singing birds and the humming bees | M |
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Then talked of the haying and wondered whether | N |
The cloud in the west would bring foul weather | N |
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And Maud forgot her brier torn gown | E |
And her graceful ankles bare and brown | E |
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And listened while a pleased surprise | O |
Looked from her long lashed hazel eyes | O |
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At last like one who for delay | C |
Seeks a vain excuse he rode away | C |
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Maud Muller looked and sighed Ah me | D |
That I the Judge's bride might be | D |
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He would dress me up in silks so fine | P |
And praise and toast me at his wine | P |
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My father should wear a broadcloth coat | L |
My brother should sail a pointed boat | L |
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I'd dress my mother so grand and gay | C |
And the baby should have a new toy each day | C |
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And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor | Q |
And all should bless me who left our door | R |
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The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill | C |
And saw Maud Muller standing still | C |
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A form more fair a face more sweet | L |
Ne'er hath it been my lot to meet | L |
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And her modest answer and graceful air | S |
Show her wise and good as she is fair | S |
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Would she were mine and I to day | C |
Like her a harvester of hay | C |
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No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs | T |
Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues | U |
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But low of cattle and song of birds | V |
And health and quiet and loving words | V |
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But he thought of his sisters proud and cold | L |
And his mother vain of her rank and gold | L |
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So closing his heart the Judge rode on | W |
And Maud was left in the field alone | G |
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But the lawyers smiled that afternoon | X |
When he hummed in court an old love tune | X |
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And the young girl mused beside the well | C |
Till the rain on the unraked clover fell | C |
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He wedded a wife of richest dower | Y |
Who lived for fashion as he for power | N |
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Yet oft in his marble hearth's bright glow | C |
He watched a picture come and go | C |
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And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyes | O |
Looked out in their innocent surprise | O |
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Oft when the wine in his glass was red | L |
He longed for the wayside well instead | L |
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And closed his eyes on his garnished rooms | Z |
To dream of meadows and clover blooms | Z |
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And the proud man sighed and with a secret pain | H |
Ah that I were free again | A2 |
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Free as when I rode that day | C |
Where the barefoot maiden raked her hay | C |
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She wedded a man unlearned and poor | Q |
And many children played round her door | R |
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But care and sorrow and childbirth pain | H |
Left their traces on heart and brain | H |
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And oft when the summer sun shone hot | L |
On the new mown hay in the meadow lot | L |
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And she heard the little spring brook fall | C |
Over the roadside through a wall | C |
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In the shade of the apple tree again | A2 |
She saw a rider draw his rein | H |
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And gazing down with timid grace | B2 |
She felt his pleased eyes read her face | B2 |
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Sometimes her narrow kitchen walls | C2 |
Stretched away into stately halls | C2 |
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The weary wheel to a spinet turned | L |
The tallow candle an astral burned | L |
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And for him who sat by the chimney lug | D2 |
Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mug | D2 |
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A manly form at her side she saw | E2 |
And joy was duty and love was law | E2 |
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Then she took up her burden of life again | A2 |
Saying only It might have been | F2 |
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Alas for the maiden alas for the Judge | G2 |
For rich repiner and househole drudge | G2 |
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God pity them both and pity us all | C |
Who vainly the dreams of youth recall | C |
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen | A2 |
The saddest are these It might have been | F2 |
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Ah well for us all some sweet hope lies | O |
Deeply buried from human eyes | O |
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And in the hereafter angels may | C |
Roll the stone from its grave away | C |
John Greenleaf Whittier
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