And his mother, vain of her rank and gold.
So, closing his heart, the judge rode on,
And Maude was left in the field alone.
But the lawyers smiled that afternoon,
When he hummed in court an old love tune;
And the young girl mused beside the well,
Till the rain on the unraked clover fell.
He wedded a wife of richest dower,
Who lived for fashion as he for power.
Yet oft, in his marble hearth’s bright glow,