{"id":5411,"date":"2006-11-06T15:58:43","date_gmt":"2006-11-06T20:58:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/?p=5411"},"modified":"2020-05-18T15:01:27","modified_gmt":"2020-05-18T19:01:27","slug":"come-into-the-garden-maud","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.pioneergirl.com\/blog\/archives\/5411","title":{"rendered":"Come Into the Garden, Maud"},"content":{"rendered":"

A poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, first appearing in his 1855 Maud and Other Poems. \u2014 Webster, 1882<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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\"note\" Laura tried to read again her favorite of Tennyson\u2019s poems… but she could not sit still. – Little Town on the Prairie (Chapter 20, “The Birthday Party”)<\/em><\/p>\n

I<\/span>n Little Town on the Prairie<\/em> (Chapter 12, “Snug for Winter”), Laura Ingalls finds a copy of Tennyson’s Poems<\/em> hidden in Ma’s bureau drawer. Laura reads a portion of the poem “The Lotus Eaters” before realizing the book must have been hidden there as a Christmas present for her. She keeps the secret, and later receives the book as a gift (see Chapter 19, “The Whirl of Gaiety”). <\/p>\n

While waiting for Mary Power to come by to walk to Ben Woodworth’s birthday party with her, Laura Ingalls tried to overcome her restlessness by reading one of her favorite Tennyson poems. “Maud” is a quite lengthy poem of twenty-two parts; the verses used in Little Town on the Prairie<\/em> (Chapter 20, “The Birthday Party”) begin Part XXII. It first appeared in Tennyson’s 1855 volume: Maud, and Other Poems<\/em><\/a>; it was also included in The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson<\/em>, published in both one- and two-volume editions by various publishers. The navigation button is the illustration for “Come into the garden, Maud” from Lord Tennyson’s Maud <\/em> (Boston: James R. Osgood & Co., 1877), 63.<\/p>\n

Maud<\/strong>
\nby Alfred, Lord Tennyson<\/p>\n

XXII. <\/p>\n

Come into the garden, Maud,
\nFor the black bat, night, has flown,
\nCome into the garden, Maud,
\nI am here at the gate alone;
\nAnd the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
\nAnd the musk of the rose is blown. <\/p>\n

For a breeze of morning moves,
\nAnd the planet of Love is on high,
\nBeginning to faint in the light that she loves
\nOn a bed of daffodil sky,
\nTo faint in the light of the sun she loves,
\nTo faint in his light, and to die. <\/p>\n

All night have the roses heard
\nThe flute, violin, bassoon;
\nAll night has the casement jessamine stirr\u2019d
\nTo the dancers dancing in tune;
\nTill silence fell with the waking bird,
\nAnd a hush with the setting moon. <\/p>\n

I said to the lily, “There is but one
\nWith whom she has heart to be gay.
\nWhen will the dancers leave her alone?
\nShe is weary of dance and play.”
\nNow half to the setting moon are gone,
\nAnd half to the rising day;
\nLow on the sand and loud on the stone
\nThe last wheel echoes away. <\/p>\n

I said to the rose, “The brief night goes
\nIn babble and revel and wine.
\nO young lord-lover, what sighs are those,
\nFor one that will never be thine?
\nBut mine, but mine,” I swear to the rose,
\n“For ever and ever, mine.”<\/p>\n

And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
\nAs the music clash’d in the hall:
\nAnd long by the garden lake I stood,
\nFor I heard your rivulet fall
\nFrom the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
\nOur wood, that is dearer than all; <\/p>\n

From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
\nThat whenever a March-wind sighs
\nHe sets the jewel-print of your feet
\nIn violets blue as your eyes,
\nTo the woody hollows in which we meet
\nAnd the valleys of Paradise. <\/p>\n

The slender acacia would not shake
\nOne long milk-bloom on the tree;
\nThe white lake-blossom fell into the lake
\nAs the pimpernel doz\u2019d on the lea;
\nBut the rose was awake all night for your sake,
\nKnowing your promise to me;
\nThe lilies and roses were all awake,
\nThey sigh\u2019d for the dawn and thee. <\/p>\n

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
\nCome hither, the dances are done,
\nIn gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
\nQueen lily and rose in one;
\nShine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
\nTo the flowers, and be their sun. <\/p>\n

There has fallen a splendid tear
\nFrom the passion-flower at the gate.
\nShe is coming, my dove, my dear;
\nShe is coming, my life, my fate;
\nThe red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”
\nAnd the white rose weeps, “She is late;”
\nThe larkspur listens, “I hear, I hear;”
\nAnd the lily whispers, “I wait.” <\/p>\n

She is coming, my own, my sweet;
\nWere it ever so airy a tread,
\nMy heart would hear her and beat,
\nWere it earth in an earthy bed;
\nMy dust would hear her and beat,
\nHad I lain for a century dead;
\nWould start and tremble under her feet,
\nAnd blossom in purple and red.<\/p>\n

     
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\n“Come into the garden, Maud”<\/strong> (LTP 20), see also<\/i> Tennyson’s Poems<\/a>
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