Emilya And Straynge Spellynge Poem by Douglas Scotney

Sister to the queen, Emilya,
whose hue strove to outdo that of the rose -
the white one, I guess,
as she was also fairer than the lily
(its flower, not its green)-
rose early one May 1 morwenynge
in long-ago Athens,
and through his ear and eye
(she was singing and romen in the gardyn)
speared the heart of Prince Palamon
imprisoned in the castle tour,
which some sensible puissante
later changed to 'tower'.

His cousin Arcite was in there too
and admitted to being affected more,
which soon bore plentye ado.