Maud Muller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Maud Muller on a summer's dayA
Raked the meadow sweet with hayA
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Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealthB
Of simple beauty and rustic healthB
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Singing she wrought and her merry gleeeC
The mock bird echoed from his treeD
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But when she glanced to the far off townE
White from its hill slope looking downE
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The sweet song died and a vague unrestF
And a nameless longing filled her breastF
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A wish that she hardly dared to ownG
For something better than she had knownG
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The Judge rode slowly down the laneH
Smoothing his horse's chestnut maneH
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He drew his bridle in the shadeI
Of the apple trees to greet the maidI
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And asked a draught from the spring that flowedJ
Through the meadow across the roadJ
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She stooped where the cool spring bubbled upK
And filled for him her small tin cupK
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And blushed as she gave it looking downE
On her feet so bare and her tattered gownE
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Thanks said the Judge a sweeter draughtL
From a fairer hand was never quaffedL
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He spoke of the grass and flowers and treesM
Of the singing birds and the humming beesM
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Then talked of the haying and wondered whetherN
The cloud in the west would bring foul weatherN
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And Maud forgot her brier torn gownE
And her graceful ankles bare and brownE
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And listened while a pleased surpriseO
Looked from her long lashed hazel eyesO
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At last like one who for delayC
Seeks a vain excuse he rode awayC
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Maud Muller looked and sighed Ah meD
That I the Judge's bride might beD
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He would dress me up in silks so fineP
And praise and toast me at his wineP
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My father should wear a broadcloth coatL
My brother should sail a pointed boatL
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I'd dress my mother so grand and gayC
And the baby should have a new toy each dayC
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And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poorQ
And all should bless me who left our doorR
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The Judge looked back as he climbed the hillC
And saw Maud Muller standing stillC
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A form more fair a face more sweetL
Ne'er hath it been my lot to meetL
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And her modest answer and graceful airS
Show her wise and good as she is fairS
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Would she were mine and I to dayC
Like her a harvester of hayC
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No doubtful balance of rights and wrongsT
Nor weary lawyers with endless tonguesU
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But low of cattle and song of birdsV
And health and quiet and loving wordsV
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But he thought of his sisters proud and coldL
And his mother vain of her rank and goldL
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So closing his heart the Judge rode onW
And Maud was left in the field aloneG
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But the lawyers smiled that afternoonX
When he hummed in court an old love tuneX
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And the young girl mused beside the wellC
Till the rain on the unraked clover fellC
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He wedded a wife of richest dowerY
Who lived for fashion as he for powerN
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Yet oft in his marble hearth's bright glowC
He watched a picture come and goC
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And sweet Maud Muller's hazel eyesO
Looked out in their innocent surpriseO
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Oft when the wine in his glass was redL
He longed for the wayside well insteadL
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And closed his eyes on his garnished roomsZ
To dream of meadows and clover bloomsZ
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And the proud man sighed and with a secret painH
Ah that I were free againA2
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Free as when I rode that dayC
Where the barefoot maiden raked her hayC
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She wedded a man unlearned and poorQ
And many children played round her doorR
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But care and sorrow and childbirth painH
Left their traces on heart and brainH
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And oft when the summer sun shone hotL
On the new mown hay in the meadow lotL
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And she heard the little spring brook fallC
Over the roadside through a wallC
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In the shade of the apple tree againA2
She saw a rider draw his reinH
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And gazing down with timid graceB2
She felt his pleased eyes read her faceB2
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Sometimes her narrow kitchen wallsC2
Stretched away into stately hallsC2
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The weary wheel to a spinet turnedL
The tallow candle an astral burnedL
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And for him who sat by the chimney lugD2
Dozing and grumbling o'er pipe and mugD2
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A manly form at her side she sawE2
And joy was duty and love was lawE2
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Then she took up her burden of life againA2
Saying only It might have beenF2
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Alas for the maiden alas for the JudgeG2
For rich repiner and househole drudgeG2
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God pity them both and pity us allC
Who vainly the dreams of youth recallC
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For of all sad words of tongue or penA2
The saddest are these It might have beenF2
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Ah well for us all some sweet hope liesO
Deeply buried from human eyesO
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And in the hereafter angels mayC
Roll the stone from its grave awayC

John Greenleaf Whittier



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