Excerpt from Maud, and Other Poems Maud. 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? - Mangled, and flatten'd, and crush'd, and dinted into the ground: There yet lies the rock that fell with him when he fell. Did he fling himself down? who knows? for a great speculation had fail'd, And ever he mutter'd and madden'd, and ever wann'd with despair, And out he walk'd when the wind like a broken worldling wail'd, And the flying gold of the ruin'd woodlands drove thro' the air.