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Under the orchard trees daffodils danced And jostled�察 �turning
sideways to the wind。 A dropping cherry petal softly glanced Over her
hair�察 �and slid away behind。 At the far end through twisted cherry´trees
The old house glowed�察�geranium´hued�察�with bricks Bloomed in the
sun like roses�察�low and long�察 �Gabled�察�and with quaint tricks Of chimneys
carved and fretted。 Out of these Grey smoke was shaken�察�which the faint
Spring breeze Tossed into nothing。 Then a thrush's song
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Needled its way through sound of bees and river。 The notes fell�察�
round and starred�察�between young leaves�察�Trilled to a spiral lilt�察�stopped on
a quiver。 The Lady Eunice listens and believes。 Gervase has many tales
of her dear Lord�察 �His bravery�察�his knowledge�察�his charmed life。 She
quite forgets who's speaking in the gladness Of being this man's wife。
Gervase is wounded�察�grave indeed�察�the word Is kindly said�察�but to a softer
chord She strings her voice to ask with wistful sadness�察�
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;And is Sir Everard still unscathed�拭 �I fain Would know the truth。;
;Quite well�察�dear Lady�察�quite。; She smiled in her content。 ;So many slain�察�
You must forgive me for a little fright。; And he forgave her�察�not alone for
that�察 �But because she was fingering his heart�察 �Pressing and
squeezing it�察 �and thinking so Only to ease her smart Of painful�察�
apprehensive longing。 At Their feet the river swirled and chucked。
They sat An hour there。 The thrush flew to and fro。
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The Lady Eunice supped alone that day�察 �As always since Sir Everard
had gone�察�In the oak´panelled parlour�察�whose array Of faded portraits in
carved mouldings shone。 Warriors and ladies�察�armoured�察�ruffed�察�peruked。
Van Dykes with long�察 �slim fingers�察 �Holbeins�察 �stout And heavy´
featured�察�and one Rubens dame�察 �A peony just burst out�察�With flaunting�察�
crimson flesh。 Eunice rebuked Her thoughts of gentler blood�察�when these
had duked It with the best�察�and scorned to change their name。
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A sturdy family�察�and old besides�察 �Much older than her own�察�the Earls
of Crowe。 Since Saxon days�察�these men had sought their brides Among
the highest born�察�but always so�察�Taking them to themselves�察�their wealth�察�
their lands�察 �But never their titles。 Stern perhaps�察�but strong�察 �The
Framptons fed their blood from richest streams�察 �Scorning the common
throng。 Gazing upon these men�察�she understands The toughness of the web
wrought from such strands And pride of Everard colours all her
dreams。
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Eunice forgets to eat�察 �watching their faces Flickering in the wind´
blown candle's shine。 Blue´coated lackeys tiptoe to their places�察 �And set
out plates of fruit and jugs of wine。 The table glitters black like Winter ice。
The Dartle's rushing�察 �and the gentle clash Of blossomed branches�察�
drifts into her ears。 And through the casement sash She sees each cherry
stem a pointed slice Of splintered moonlight�察 �topped with all the spice
And shimmer of the blossoms it uprears。
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;In such a night ; she laid the book aside�察 �She could outnight the
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poet by thinking back。 In such a night she came here as a bride。 The date
was graven in the almanack Of her clasped memory。 In this very room
Had Everard uncloaked her。 On this seat Had drawn her to him�察�
bade her note the trees�察 �How white they were and sweet And later�察�
coming to her�察�her dear groom�察�Her Lord�察�had lain beside her in the gloom
Of moon and shade�察�and whispered her to ease。
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Her little taper made the room seem vast�察 �Caverned and empty。
And her beating heart Rapped through the silence all about her cast Like
some loud�察�dreadful death´watch taking part In this sad vigil。 Slowly she
undrest�察 �Put out the light and crept into her bed。 The linen sheets
were fragrant�察�but so cold。 And brimming tears she shed�察�Sobbing and
quivering in her barren nest�察 �Her weeping lips into the pillow prest�察�
Her eyes sealed fast within its smothering fold。
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The morning brought her a more stoic mind�察 �And sunshine struck
across the polished floor。 She wondered whether this day she should find
Gervase a´fishing�察�and so listen more�察�Much more again�察�to all he had to
tell。 And he was there�察�but waiting to begin Until she came。 They
fished awhile�察�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
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Must be related and each term explained。 How troops were set in
battle�察 �how a siege Was ordered and conducted。 She complained
Because he bungled at the fall of Liege。 The curious names of parts of
forts she knew�察 �And aired with conscious pride her ravelins�察 �And
counterscarps�察�and lunes。 The day drew on�察 �And his dead fish's fins In
the hot sunshine turned a mauve´green hue。 At last Gervase�察�guessing the
hour�察�withdrew。 But she sat long in still oblivion。
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Then he would bring her books�察�and read to her The poems of Dr。
Donne�察�and the blue river Would murmur through the reading�察�and a stir
Of birds and bees make the white petals shiver�察�And one or two would
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flutter prone and lie Spotting the smooth´clipped grass。 The days went
by Threaded with talk and verses。 Green leaves pushed Through