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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374186" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lost Embassy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE lilies lean to the white, white rose, <br>The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees, <br>Soft kisses borne by the golden bees-- <br>And all the world is alive, awake, <br>And glad to the heart for the summer's sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From her tower window the Princess leant, <br>Where the white light butterflies came and went; <br>She dropped soft kisses by twos and threes: <br>'White butterflies mine, will you carry these <br>To my Prince in prison? for they, who knows, <br>May break the spell that has held him close <br>And wake him and win him to stand up free <br>And laugh--in the sun--with me!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>White lilies, gold in the golden sun, <br>White Princess, gold in your golden gown-- <br>Far off lies the sad, enchanted town! <br>Bright wings, light wings, white wings that tire, <br>Though they carry the flower of the heart's desire-- <br>Will you trust to these, too white, too slight <br>To bring back the fruit of heart's delight? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All round and about the spell-bound town <br>The ways are dusty, the woods are brown; <br>There are no green coverts, no welcoming flowers <br>For little weary butterfly wings, <br>No dew, no lilies, no glad live things. <br>'Neath the sky of steel and the brazen sun <br>White wings, kiss-laden, dropped one by one: <br>By twos and threes they dropped by the way, <br>And only one reached the grim, gray tower <br>Where, witched from his kingdom, the poor Prince lay-- <br>One poor tired butterfly, smirched and gray <br>With the dust of the town and the weary way, <br>And it lit on the Prince's hand and died. <br>'Bright wings, light wings, white wings,' he cried <br>'You, only you, might have lived and borne <br>My prayer to my love in her tower forlorn, <br>And brought back the kiss that could set me free-- <br>She might have broken the spell that lies <br>On my foolish heart and my foolish eyes-- <br>But no live butterflies come my way!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The winds are cold and the skies are gray, <br>And all the lilies died yesterday; <br>The Princess leans from her steel-wrought tower <br>To watch for her butterflies hour by hour. <br>Poor little Princess, you watch in vain! <br>Butterflies die where the green wood browns, <br>And kisses sent to enchanted towns <br>Never come home again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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The sweet limes send to the blossomed trees, 
Soft kisses borne by the golden bees-- 
And all the world is alive, awake, 
And glad to the heart for the summer's sake. 


From her tower window the Princess..."></div>
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