The Poetry of Tennyson - 12 - Maud - Gabriel Woolf

Come into the garden, Maud,
      For the black bat, night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
      I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
      And the musk of the rose is blown.

   For a breeze of morning moves,
      And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
      In a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
      To faint in his light, and to die.

Gabriel Woolf reads Maud, Tennyson's map of a rough, disturbed mid-Victorian consciousness, pointing towards Browning's psychological portraits and twentieth century 'stream of consciousness' techniques. Kindly seed.

Go to this link at Wikipedia for a concise summary and interpretation - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maud_and_other_poems