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Edith Nesbit - The Invitation
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DELIA, my dear, delightful Lady, 
    Time flies in town, you say, 
    New gowns shine fresh as May, 
    The Park is glad and gay, 
Ah--but the woods are green and shady-- 
    Come, Delia, come away! 


The crown your kneeling slaves award you 
    Is beauty`s royal right; 
    Your beauty, Delia, might 
    Win crowns more sweet, more bright: 
Your niggard world will not afford you 
    The crown of Heart`s delight. 


Sable your court will wear--to lose you; 
    My garden`s dressed in green, 
    Such buds its leaves between 
    As never yet were seen; 
There is no flower it can refuse you-- 
    Come to your King, my Queen!
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