“By your leave Mrs. Snooks, I’ll say what I please
Of my houses, my lands, my gardens, my trees.”
Then he thought of his sisters, proud and cold,
And his mother vain of her rank and gold.
So, closing his heart, the judge rode on,
And Maud was left in the fields alone.
But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,
When he hummed in court the Bugle Song.
Oh, love, they die in yon fair sky,
They faint on field, and hill, and river;