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MAUD.

XII.

1.

Birds in the high Hall-garden
When twilight was falling,
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,
They were crying and calling.

2.

Where was Maud? in our wood;
And I, who else, was with her,
Gathering woodland lilies,
Myriads blow together.

3.

Birds in our wood sang
Ringing thro' the vallies,
Maud is here, here, here
In among the lilies.