When Everard, next day, asked her in joke
What name it was that she had called him by,
She told him of Gervase, and as she spoke
She hardly realized it was a lie.
Her vision she related, but she hid
The fondness into which she had been led.
Sir Everard just laughed and pinched her ear,
And quite out of her head
The matter drifted. Then Sir Everard chid
Himself for laziness, and off he rid
To see his men and count his farming-gear.
Pickthorn Manor: 53
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: head, joke, gear, vision, matter, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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