Pickthorn Manor: 54

Amy Lowell

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.

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