Pickthorn Manor: 25

Amy Lowell

Must be related and each term explained.
 How troops were set in battle, how a siege
Was ordered and conducted.  She complained
 Because he bungled at the fall of Liege.
The curious names of parts of forts she knew,
 And aired with conscious pride her ravelins,
    And counterscarps, and lunes.  The day drew on,
 And his dead fish’s fins
In the hot sunshine turned a mauve-green hue.
At last Gervase, guessing the hour, withdrew.
    But she sat long in still oblivion.

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