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FLORAL POESY. 
THE JASMINE. 
COWPER. 
The jasmine throwing wide her elegant sweets, 
The deep dark green of whose unvarnished leaf 
Makes more conspicuous and illumines more 
The bright profusion of her scattered stars. 
TO A JASMINE TREE 
GROWING IN THE COURT OF NAWORTH CASTLE. 
LORD MORPETH. 
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 bright festoons more freshly smell. 
Thy virgin white more freshly glows. 
My wild and winsome jasmine-tree, 
That climbest up the dark gray wall. 
Thy tiny flowerets seem in glee, 
Like silver spray-drops down to fall : 
Say, did they from their leaves thus peep, 
When mailed moss-troopers rode the hill ? 
When helmed wardens paced the keep, 
And bugles blew for Belted Will ? 
