The Lady Eunice caught a willow spray
To save herself from tumbling in the shallows
Which rippled to her feet. Then straight away
She peered down stream among the budding sallows.
A youth in leather breeches and a shirt
Of finest broidered lawn lay out upon
An overhanging bole and deftly swayed
A well-hooked fish which shone
In the pale lemon sunshine like a spurt
Of silver, bowed and damascened, and girt
With crimson spots and moons which waned and played.
Pickthorn Manor: 07
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: away, fish, silver, sunshine, straight, lady, save, stream, crimson, youth, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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