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A. Tennyson - Maud

XVII.
Workmen up at the Hall!–they are coming back from abroad;
The dark old place will be gilt by the touch of a millionaire:
I have heard, I know not whence, of the singular beauty of Maud;
I play’d with the girl when a child; she promised then to be fair.
XVIII.Maud with her venturous climbings and tumbles and childish escapes,
Maud the delight of the village, the ringing joy of the Hall,
Maud with her sweet purse-mouth when my father dangled the grapes,
Maud the beloved of my mother, the moon-faced darling of all,–


XIX.
What is she now? My dreams are bad. She may bring me a curse.No, there is fatter game on the moor; she will let me alone.Thanks, for the fiend best knows whether woman or man be the worse.I will bury myself in myself, and the Devil may pipe to his own.

part v.
Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful doze I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow,
The delight of happy laughter,
The delight of low replies.

Simplified;
Half the night I waste in sighs,
In a wakeful doze I sorrow
For the hand,the lips the eyes
For the meeting of [tomorrow]

:Sweet aint it. I love this poem xD

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