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Maud Muller

Rating: 3.2

Maud Muller on a summer's day
Raked the meadow sweet with hay.

Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth
Of simple beauty and rustic health.

Singing, she wrought, and her merry gleee
The mock-bird echoed from his tree.

But when she glanced to the far-off town

White from its hill-slope looking down,
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Travis 15 September 2020

All may have a memory of a 'love lost' of which they wonder what would have happened.

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Pat veretto 24 June 2020

When I was a teen I had a book called “Cathcart’s Literary Reader’ which included this, my favorite

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IRWIN BELL 21 December 2017

I REMEMBER SUCH A LOVE IN MY YOUTH. THIS BROUGHT SWEET AND TEARFUL MEMORIES.

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