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Pickthorn Manor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day	B
A steely silver underlined with blue	C
And flashing where the round clouds blown away	B
Let drop the yellow sunshine to gleam through	C
And tip the edges of the waves with shifts	D
And spots of whitest fire hard like gems	E
Cut from the midnight moon they were and sharp	F
As wind through leafless stems	E
The Lady Eunice walked between the drifts	D
Of blooming cherry trees and watched the rifts	D
Of clouds drawn through the river's azure warp	G
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II	A
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Her little feet tapped softly down the path	H
Her soul was listless even the morning breeze	I
Fluttering the trees and strewing a light swath	J
Of fallen petals on the grass could please	I
Her not at all She brushed a hair aside	K
With a swift move and a half angry frown	L
She stopped to pull a daffodil or two	C
And held them to her gown	L
To test the colours put them at her side	K
Then at her breast then loosened them and tried	K
Some new arrangement but it would not do	C
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III	A
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A lady in a Manor house alone	M
Whose husband is in Flanders with the Duke	N
Of Marlborough and Prince Eugene she's grown	M
Too apathetic even to rebuke	N
Her idleness What is she on this Earth	O
No woman surely since she neither can	P
Be wed nor single must not let her mind	Q
Build thoughts upon a man	P
Except for hers Indeed that were no dearth	O
Were her Lord here for well she knew his worth	O
And when she thought of him her eyes were kind	Q
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IV	-
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Too lately wed to have forgot the wooing	R
Too unaccustomed as a bride to feel	S
Other than strange delight at her wife's doing	R
Even at the thought a gentle blush would steal	S
Over her face and then her lips would frame	T
Some little word of loving and her eyes	U
Would brim and spill their tears when all they saw	V
Was the bright sun slantwise	V
Through burgeoning trees and all the morning's flame	T
Burning and quivering round her With quick shame	T
She shut her heart and bent before the law	V
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V	-
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He was a soldier she was proud of that	W
This was his house and she would keep it well	X
His honour was in fighting hers in what	Y
He'd left her here in charge of Then a spell	X
Of conscience sent her through the orchard spying	R
Upon the gardeners Were their tools about	Z
Were any branches broken Had the weeds	V
Been duly taken out	Z
Under the 'spaliered pears and were these lying	R
Nailed snug against the sunny bricks and drying	R
Their leaves and satisfying all their needs	V
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VI	-
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She picked a stone up with a little pout	Z
Stones looked so ill in well kept flower borders	V
Where should she put it All the paths about	Z
Were strewn with fair red gravel by her orders	V
No stone could mar their sifted smoothness So	V
She hurried to the river At the edge	A2
She stood a moment charmed by the swift blue	C
Beyond the river sedge	A2
She watched it curdling crinkling and the snow	V
Purfled upon its wave tops Then 'Hullo	C
My Beauty gently or you'll wriggle through '	-
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VII	-
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The Lady Eunice caught a willow spray	B
To save herself from tumbling in the shallows	V
Which rippled to her feet Then straight away	B
She peered down stream among the budding sallows	V
A youth in leather breeches and a shirt	B2
Of finest broidered lawn lay out upon	C2
An overhanging bole and deftly swayed	D2
A well hooked fish which shone	M
In the pale lemon sunshine like a spurt	B2
Of silver bowed and damascened and girt	B2
With crimson spots and moons which waned and played	D2
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VIII	-
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The fish hung circled for a moment ringed	E2
And bright then flung itself out a thin blade	D2
Of spotted lightning and its tail was winged	E2
With chipped and sparkled sunshine And the shade	D2
Broke up and splintered into shafts of light	F2
Wheeling about the fish who churned the air	G2
And made the fish line hum and bent the rod	H2
Almost to snapping Care	G2
The young man took against the twigs with slight	F2
Deft movements he kept fish and line in tight	F2
Obedience to his will with every prod	H2
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IX	V
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He lay there and the fish hung just beyond	I2
He seemed uncertain what more he should do	C
He drew back pulled the rod to correspond	I2
Tossed it and caught it every time he threw	C
He caught it nearer to the point At last	J2
The fish was near enough to touch He paused	K2
Eunice knew well the craft 'What's got the thing '	-
She cried 'What can have caused	L2
Where is his net The moment will be past	J2
The fish will wriggle free ' She stopped aghast	J2
He turned and bowed One arm was in a sling	R
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X	V
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The broad black ribbon she had thought his basket	Y
Must hang from held instead a useless arm	M2
'I do not wonder Madam that you ask it '	-
He smiled for she had spoke aloud 'The charm	M2
Of trout fishing is in my eyes enhanced	N2
When you must play your fish on land as well '	-
'How will you take him ' Eunice asked 'In truth	O2
I really cannot tell	C
'Twas stupid of me but it simply chanced	N2
I never thought of that until he glanced	N2
Into the branches 'Tis a bit uncouth '	-
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XI	V
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He watched the fish against the blowing sky	-
Writhing and glittering pulling at the line	P2
'The hook is fast I might just let him die '	-
He mused 'But that would jar against your fine	P2
Sense of true sportsmanship I know it would '	-
Cried Eunice 'Let me do it ' Swift and light	N2
She ran towards him 'It is so long now	Q2
Since I have felt a bite	N2
I lost all heart for everything ' She stood	N2
Supple and strong beside him and her blood	N2
Tingled her lissom body to a glow	C
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XII	V
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She quickly seized the fish and with a stone	M
Ended its flurry then removed the hook	R2
Untied the fly with well poised fingers Done	S2
She asked him where he kept his fishing book	R2
He pointed to a coat flung on the ground	N2
She searched the pockets found a shagreen case	V
Replaced the fly noticed a golden stamp	T2
Filling the middle space	V
Two letters half rubbed out were there and round	N2
About them gay rococo flowers wound	N2
And tossed a spray of roses to the clamp	T2
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XIII	V
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The Lady Eunice puzzled over these	V
'G D ' the young man gravely said 'My name	T
Is Gervase Deane Your servant if you please '	-
'Oh Sir indeed I know you for your fame	T
For exploits in the field has reached my ears	V
I did not know you wounded and returned '	-
'But just come back Madam A silly prick	U2
To gain me such unearned	N2
Holiday making And you it appears	V
Must be Sir Everard's lady And my fears	V
At being caught a trespassing were quick '	-
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XIV	-
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He looked so rueful that she laughed out loud	N2
'You are forgiven Mr Deane Even more	V2
I offer you the fishing and am proud	N2
That you should find it pleasant from this shore	V2
Nobody fishes now my husband used	N2
To angle daily and I too with him	W2
He loved the spotted trout and pike and dace	V
He even had a whim	W2
That flies my fingers tied swiftly confused	N2
The greater fish And he must be excused	N2
Love weaves odd fancies in a lonely place '	-
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XV	-
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She sighed because it seemed so long ago	C
Those days with Everard unthinking took	R2
The path back to the orchard Strolling so	C
She walked and he beside her In a nook	R2
Where a stone seat withdrew beneath low boughs	V
Full blossomed hummed with bees they sat them down	L
She questioned him about the war the share	G2
Her husband had and grown	M
Eager by his clear answers straight allows	V
Her hidden hopes and fears to speak and rouse	V
Her numbed love which had slumbered unaware	G2
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XVI	-
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Under the orchard trees daffodils danced	N2
And jostled turning sideways to the wind	N2
A dropping cherry petal softly glanced	N2
Over her hair and slid away behind	N2
At the far end through twisted cherry trees	V
The old house glowed geranium hued with bricks	V
Bloomed in the sun like roses low and long	X2
Gabled and with quaint tricks	V
Of chimneys carved and fretted Out of these	V
Grey smoke was shaken which the faint Spring breeze	V
Tossed into nothing Then a thrush's song	X2
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XVII	-
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Needled its way through sound of bees and river	Y2
The notes fell round and starred between young leaves	V
Trilled to a spiral lilt stopped on a quiver	Y2
The Lady Eunice listens and believes	V
Gervase has many tales of her dear Lord	N2
His bravery his knowledge his charmed life	-
She quite forgets who's speaking in the gladness	V
Of being this man's wife	-
Gervase is wounded grave indeed the word	N2
Is kindly	V