CHAPTER X. 
JASMINE—AMIABILITY. 
My slight and slender Jasmine-tree, 
That bloomest on my border tower. 
Thou art more dearly loved by me 
Than all the wealth of fairy bower. 
I ask not while I near thee dwell, 
Arabia’s spice, or Syria’s rose ; 
Thy light festoons more freshly smell— 
Thy virgin white more freshly glows. 
My mild and winsome Jasmine-tree, 
That climbest up the dark grey wall. 
Thy tiny flowerets seem in glee 
Like silver spray-drops down to fall. 
Lord Moepeth. 
Jacob’s Ladder. Come down. 
