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The sweet song died, and a vague unrest 10 And a nameless longing filled her breast,
A wish, that she hardly dared to own,
The Judge rode slowly down the lane,
15 Ile drew his bridle in the shade
Of the apple-trees, to greet the maid,
And asked a draught from the spring that flowed
She stooped where the cool spring bubbled up, 20 And filled for him her small tin cup,
And blushed as she gave it, looking down
“ Thanks!” said the Judge; “ a sweeter draught From a fairer hand was never quaffed.”
25 He spoke of the grass and flowers and trees,
Of the singing birds and the humming bees;
Then talked of the haying, and wondered whether
And Maud forgot her brier-torn gown, 30 And her graceful ankles bare and brown;
And listened, while a pleased surprise
At last. like one who for delay
35 Daud Muller looked and sighed: “Ah me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!
• He would dress me up in silks so fine,
“My father should wear a broadcloth coat 40 My brother should sail a painted boat.
“I'd dress my mother so grand and gay,
" And I'd feed the hungry and clothe the poor, And all should bless me who left our door."
45 The Judge looked back as he climbed the hill,
And saw Maud Muller standing still.
“ A form more fair, a face more sweet,
" And her modest answer and graceful air 50 Sbow her wise and good as she is fair.
“ Would she were mine, and I to-day,
". No doubtful balance of rights and wrongs, Nor weary lawyers with endless tongues,
55 “ But low of cattle and song of birds,
And health and quiet and loving words."