Maud, and Other Poems

PART II.

I.

1. 'The fault was mine, the fault was mine'-- Why am I sitting here so stunn'd and still, Plucking the harmless wild-flower on the hill?-- It is this guilty hand!-- And there rises ever a passionate cry From underneath in the darkening land-- What is it, that has been done? O dawn of Eden bright over earth and sky, The fires of Hell brake out of thy ...