Pickthorn Manor: 24

Amy Lowell

The morning brought her a more stoic mind,
 And sunshine struck across the polished floor.
She wondered whether this day she should find
 Gervase a-fishing, and so listen more,
Much more again, to all he had to tell.
 And he was there, but waiting to begin
    Until she came.  They fished awhile, then went
 To the old seat within
The cherry’s shade.  He pleased her very well
By his discourse.  But ever he must dwell
    Upon Sir Everard.  Each incident

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