Maud, Locksley hall, y otros poemas. Ilips jardín-puerta. La puerta, Mitad-parted de un débil y scolding hinge.Stuck; y él clamord de un casement, corre A Katie en alguna parte en los paseos abajo, corre, Katie ! Katie nunca corrió : ella se movedTo me encontró, devanando bajo los cortacéspedes woodbine, UN poco flutterd, con sus párpados abajo, fresco manzana-flor, sonrojándose para un boon. ¿Qué era? Menos sentimiento que senseHad Katie; no analfabeto ; ni de aquellos que se abalanzaban en la fuente de Active Ragres.And alimentado por filantropías con boca mealy,Divorce El Sentimiento de su compañero el Deed. Ella me dijo. Ella y James lo tenían

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Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ilips garden-gate. The gate, Half-parted from a weak and scolding hinge.Stuck; and he clamourd from a casement, Run To Katie somewhere in the walks below, Run, Katie ! Katie never ran : she movedTo meet me, winding under woodbine bowers, A little flutterd, with her eyelids down, Fresh apple-blossom, blushing for a boon. What was it ? less of sentiment than senseHad Katie; not illiterate ; nor of thoseWho dabbling in the fount of Active tears.And nursed by mealy-mouthed philanthropies, Divorce the Feeling from her mate the Deed. She told me. She and James had quarrelld.Why?What cause of quarrel ? None, she said, no cause ;James had no cause : but when I prest the cause, I learnt that James had flickering jealousiesWhich angerd her. Who angerd James? I said.But Katie snatchd her eyes at once from mine.And sketching with her slender pointed footSome figure Hke a wizard pentagramOn garden gravel, let my query passUnclaimd, in flushing silence, till I askdIf James were coming. Coming every day, . mm^- by that old bridge which, half in ruins then. (233) 234 The Brook. She answerd, ever longing to explain, But evermore lier father came across With some long-winded tale, and broke him short: And James departed vext with him and her. How could I help her ? Would I — was it wrong ? (Claspt hands and that petitionary grace Of sweet seventeen subdued me ere a-he spoke) * O would I take her father for one hour, For one half-hour, and let him talk to me ! And even while she spoke, I saw where James Made toward us, like a wader in the surf, Beyond the brook, waist-deep in meadow-sweet. O Katie, what I suflferd for your sake ! « For in I went, and calld old Philip outTo show the farm : full willingly he rose :He led me thro the short sweet-smelling lanesOf his wheat-suburb, babbling as he went.He praised his land, his horses, his machines ;He praised his ploughs, his cows, his hogs, his dogs;He praised his hens, his geese, his guiuea-heus;His pig

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