Pickthorn Manor: 13

Amy Lowell

The Lady Eunice puzzled over these.
 “G. D.” the young man gravely said.  “My name
Is Gervase Deane.  Your servant, if you please.”
 “Oh, Sir, indeed I know you, for your fame
For exploits in the field has reached my ears.
 I did not know you wounded and returned.”
    “But just come back, Madam.  A silly prick
 To gain me such unearned
Holiday making.  And you, it appears,
Must be Sir Everard’s lady.  And my fears
    At being caught a-trespassing were quick.”

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