Poet Edith Nesbit

Edith Nesbit

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The Lost Embassy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBCC DEBBAFG HIIJJKK IILMMHHNJNNNOOPPGQQ NNJJRSST

THE lilies lean to the white white roseA
The sweet limes send to the blossomed treesB
Soft kisses borne by the golden beesB
And all the world is alive awakeC
And glad to the heart for the summer's sakeC
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From her tower window the Princess leantD
Where the white light butterflies came and wentE
She dropped soft kisses by twos and threesB
'White butterflies mine will you carry theseB
To my Prince in prison for they who knowsA
May break the spell that has held him closeF
And wake him and win him to stand up freeG
And laugh in the sun with me '-
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White lilies gold in the golden sunH
White Princess gold in your golden gownI
Far off lies the sad enchanted townI
Bright wings light wings white wings that tireJ
Though they carry the flower of the heart's desireJ
Will you trust to these too white too slightK
To bring back the fruit of heart's delightK
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All round and about the spell bound townI
The ways are dusty the woods are brownI
There are no green coverts no welcoming flowersL
For little weary butterfly wingsM
No dew no lilies no glad live thingsM
'Neath the sky of steel and the brazen sunH
White wings kiss laden dropped one by oneH
By twos and threes they dropped by the wayN
And only one reached the grim gray towerJ
Where witched from his kingdom the poor Prince layN
One poor tired butterfly smirched and grayN
With the dust of the town and the weary wayN
And it lit on the Prince's hand and diedO
'Bright wings light wings white wings ' he criedO
'You only you might have lived and borneP
My prayer to my love in her tower forlornP
And brought back the kiss that could set me freeG
She might have broken the spell that liesQ
On my foolish heart and my foolish eyesQ
But no live butterflies come my way '-
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The winds are cold and the skies are grayN
And all the lilies died yesterdayN
The Princess leans from her steel wrought towerJ
To watch for her butterflies hour by hourJ
Poor little Princess you watch in vainR
Butterflies die where the green wood brownsS
And kisses sent to enchanted townsS
Never come home againT

Edith Nesbit



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