At supper he seemed overspread with gloom,
But gave no reason why, he only asked
More questions of Gervase, and round the room
He walked with restless strides. At last he tasked
Her with a greater feeling for this man
Than she had given. Eunice quick denied
The slightest interest other than a friend
Might claim. But he replied
He thought she underrated. Then a ban
He put on talk and music. He'd a plan
To work at, draining swamps at Pickthorn End.
Pickthorn Manor: 54
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: friend, music, work, claim, room, talk, reason, plan, thought, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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