Pickthorn Manor: 55

Amy Lowell

Next morning Eunice found her Lord still changed,
 Hard and unkind, with bursts of anger.  Pride
Kept him from speaking out.  His probings ranged
 All round his torment.  Lady Eunice tried
To sooth him.  So a week went by, and then
 His anguish flooded over; with clenched hands
    Striving to stem his words, he told her plain
 Tony had seen them, “brands
Burning in Hell,” the man had said.  Again
Eunice described her vision, and how when
    Awoke at last she had known dreadful pain.

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