Pickthorn Manor: 50

Amy Lowell

Eunice was very quiet all that day,
 A little dazed, and yet she seemed content.
At candle-time, he asked if she would play
 Upon her harpsichord, at once she went
And tinkled airs from Lully’s ‘Carnival’
 And ‘Bacchus’, newly brought away from France.
    Then jaunted through a lively rigadoon
 To please him with a dance
By Purcell, for he said that surely all
Good Englishmen had pride in national
    Accomplishment.  But tiring of it soon

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