The morning brought her a more stoic mind,
And sunshine struck across the polished floor.
She wondered whether this day she should find
Gervase a-fishing, and so listen more,
Much more again, to all he had to tell.
And he was there, but waiting to begin
Until she came. They fished awhile, then went
To the old seat within
The cherry's shade. He pleased her very well
By his discourse. But ever he must dwell
Upon Sir Everard. Each incident
Pickthorn Manor: 24
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: fishing, sunshine, shade, listen, mind, morning, floor, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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