Pickthorn Manor: 60

Amy Lowell

His boat.  He cast the rope, and shoved the keel
 Free of the gravel; jumped, and dropped beside
Her; took the oars, and they began to steal
 Under the overhanging trees.  A wide
Gash of red lantern-light cleft like a blade
 Into the gloom, and struck on Eunice sitting
    Rigid and stark upon the after thwart.
 It blazed upon their flitting
In merciless light.  A moment so it stayed,
Then was extinguished, and Sir Everard made
    One leap, and landed just a fraction short.

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