Helen waves and smiles. "Glad I am that you found it fair, " she says, "although I am yet tempted to fuss at the third stanza a bit. I lost the rhyming scheme there..."
She wanders off humming Green(s)leaves, and re-thinking
Once Prince Greenleaf had been her delight
But he sailed long since from haven bright
But silvered light fell on Greenwood fair
While yet Ealasaide lingered and tarried there
Frowns. "No, that's AABB, not ABAB. Drat."
Tries again:
Once Prince Greenleaf had been her delight
Deep was their joy while he tarried there
But he sailed long since from haven bright
While yet Ealasaide lingered in Greenwood fair
She nodded, and sighed with satisfaction. "Shall I edit the original post? Yes, I think so..."
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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