The Lost Embassy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCC DEBBAFG HIIJJKK IILMMHHNJNNNOOPPGQQ NNJJRSSTTHE lilies lean to the white white rose | A |
The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees | B |
Soft kisses borne by the golden bees | B |
And all the world is alive awake | C |
And glad to the heart for the summer's sake | C |
- | |
- | |
From her tower window the Princess leant | D |
Where the white light butterflies came and went | E |
She dropped soft kisses by twos and threes | B |
'White butterflies mine will you carry these | B |
To my Prince in prison for they who knows | A |
May break the spell that has held him close | F |
And wake him and win him to stand up free | G |
And laugh in the sun with me ' | - |
- | |
- | |
White lilies gold in the golden sun | H |
White Princess gold in your golden gown | I |
Far off lies the sad enchanted town | I |
Bright wings light wings white wings that tire | J |
Though they carry the flower of the heart's desire | J |
Will you trust to these too white too slight | K |
To bring back the fruit of heart's delight | K |
- | |
- | |
All round and about the spell bound town | I |
The ways are dusty the woods are brown | I |
There are no green coverts no welcoming flowers | L |
For little weary butterfly wings | M |
No dew no lilies no glad live things | M |
'Neath the sky of steel and the brazen sun | H |
White wings kiss laden dropped one by one | H |
By twos and threes they dropped by the way | N |
And only one reached the grim gray tower | J |
Where witched from his kingdom the poor Prince lay | N |
One poor tired butterfly smirched and gray | N |
With the dust of the town and the weary way | N |
And it lit on the Prince's hand and died | O |
'Bright wings light wings white wings ' he cried | O |
'You only you might have lived and borne | P |
My prayer to my love in her tower forlorn | P |
And brought back the kiss that could set me free | G |
She might have broken the spell that lies | Q |
On my foolish heart and my foolish eyes | Q |
But no live butterflies come my way ' | - |
- | |
- | |
The winds are cold and the skies are gray | N |
And all the lilies died yesterday | N |
The Princess leans from her steel wrought tower | J |
To watch for her butterflies hour by hour | J |
Poor little Princess you watch in vain | R |
Butterflies die where the green wood browns | S |
And kisses sent to enchanted towns | S |
Never come home again | T |
Edith Nesbit
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Lost Embassy poem by Edith Nesbit
Best Poems of Edith Nesbit