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!