Excerpt from Maud: Illustrated by Margaret Helen Maitland Armstrong
I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood,
Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-red heath,
The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood,
And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers "Death."
For there in the ghastly pit long since a body was found,
His who had given me life - O father! O God! was it well? -
Maud
