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[小升初阅读] AmyLowell:PickthornManor

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I

How fresh the Dartles little waves that day! A

steely silver, underlined with blue,

And flashing where the round clouds, blown away, Let drop the

yellow sunshine to gleam through

And tip the edges of the waves with shifts And spots of whitest

fire, hard like gems

Cut from the midnight moon they were, and sharp As

wind through leafless stems.

The Lady Eunice walked between the drifts

Of blooming cherry-trees, and watched the rifts

Of clouds drawn through the rivers azure warp.

II

Her little feet tapped softly down the path. Her

soul was listless; even the morning breeze

Fluttering the trees and strewing a light swath Of fallen petals

on the grass, could please

Her not at all. She brushed a hair aside With a

swift move, and a half-angry frown.

She stopped to pull a daffodil or two, And

held them to her gown

To test the colours; put them at her side,

Then at her breast, then loosened them and tried

Some new arrangement, but it would not do.

III

A lady in a Manor-house, alone, Whose husband

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