Pickthorn Manor: 03

Amy Lowell

A lady in a Manor-house, alone,
 Whose husband is in Flanders with the Duke
Of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, she’s grown
 Too apathetic even to rebuke
Her idleness.  What is she on this Earth?
 No woman surely, since she neither can
    Be wed nor single, must not let her mind
 Build thoughts upon a man
Except for hers.  Indeed that were no dearth
Were her Lord here, for well she knew his worth,
    And when she thought of him her eyes were kind.

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