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.
Pickthorn Manor: 55
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: anger, pain, pride, plain, hard, morning, lady, vision, anguish, torment, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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