Pickthorn Manor: 12

Amy Lowell

She quickly seized the fish and with a stone
 Ended its flurry, then removed the hook,
Untied the fly with well-poised fingers.  Done,
 She asked him where he kept his fishing-book.
He pointed to a coat flung on the ground.
 She searched the pockets, found a shagreen case,
    Replaced the fly, noticed a golden stamp
 Filling the middle space.
Two letters half rubbed out were there, and round
About them gay rococo flowers wound
    And tossed a spray of roses to the clamp.

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