_A PENITENT ROUNDEL._
I called you MAUDE. I only meant to tease,
But somehow, ere I ended, came to laud
Your charms in my poor verses. So in these
I called you MAUDE.
"My name is _MAUD_."
And I am overawed,
Forgive the indiscretion if you please.
The spirit Truth, they tell me, is abroad,
And since she sojourns still across the seas,
I swear I knew the final _e_ a fraud--
So that you suffered from no lack of _e_'s
I called you MAUDE!
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