Pickthorn Manor: 27

Amy Lowell

But lips do not stay silent at command,
 And Gervase strove in vain to order his.
Luckily Eunice did not understand
 That he but read himself aloud, for this
Their friendship would have snapped.  She treated him
 And spoilt him like a brother.  It was now
    “Gervase” and “Eunice” with them, and he dined
 Whenever she’d allow,
In the oak parlour, underneath the dim
Old pictured Framptons, opposite her slim
    Figure, so bright against the chair behind.

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