Maude Clare
Christina Rossetti
Out of the church she followed them
With a lofty step and mien:
His bride was like a village maid,
Maude Clare was like a queen.

"Son Thomas," his lady mother said,
With smiles, almost with tears:
"May Nell and you but live as true
As we have done for years;

"Your father thirty years ago
Had just your tale to tell;
But he was not so pale as you,
Nor I so pale as Nell."

My lord was pale with inward strife,
And Nell was pale with pride;
My lord gazed long on pale Maude Clare
Or ever he kissed the bride.

"Lo, I have brought my gift, my lord,
        Have brought my gift," she said:
"To bless the hearth, to bless the board,
        To bless the marriage-bed.
"Here's my half of the golden chain
        You wore about your neck,
That day we waded ankle-deep
        For lilies in the beck:

"Here's my half of the faded leaves
        We plucked from budding bough,
With feet amongst the lily-leaves,--
        The lilies are budding now."

He strove to match her scorn with scorn,
        He faltered in his place:
"Lady," he said,--"Maude Clare," he said,--
        "Maude Clare":--and hid his face.

She turned to Nell: "My Lady Nell,
        I have a gift for you;
Though, were it fruit, the bloom were gone,
        Or, were it flowers, the dew.

"Take my share of a fickle heart,
        Mine of a paltry love:
Take it or leave it as you will,
        I wash my hands thereof."

"And what you leave," said Nell, "I'll take,
        And what you spurn, I'll wear;
For he's my lord for better and worse,
        And him I love, Maude Clare.
"Yea, though you're taller by the head,
        More wise, and much more fair;
I'll love him till he loves me best,
        Me best of all, Maude Clare."
Write the lyrics for a misc song made in 1906, titled "Maude Clare", by artist "Christina Rossetti".