A/N: Another assignment from my Brit Lit class--I had to write a Lyrical Ballad. I was counting the syllables--
"Astilbe"
8 - The nightingale has its ballad,
6 - the roses their beauty.
8 - My songs are lazy and pallid,
6 - my face a cruelty.
8 - You dug me up amongst the few,
6 - sans brilliance is me.
8 - Where I was then, Astilbe grew--
6 - In thy heart , will I be?
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