TO MAUD.

A Penitent Roundel.

I called you MAUDE. I only meant to tease,

But somehow, ere I ended, came to laud

Your charms in my poor verses. So in these

I called you MAUDE.

"My name is MAUD."

And I am overawed,

Forgive the indiscretion if you please.

The spirit Truth, they tell me, is abroad,

And since she sojourns still across the seas,

I swear I knew the final e a fraud—

So that you suffered from no lack of e's

I called you MAUDE!