AND FLOWERS OF POETRY. 109 
I vow I’m quite afraid to stir, 
Lest you are in the way or near! 
I needs must say I wish you, sir! — 
Oh ! anywhere but here ! 
F . s. o. 
I ATTACH MYSELF TO YOU. 
SCARLET IPOMCEA, OR INDIAN JASMINE. 
This beautiful twining plant is a species of blindweed, or 
something analogous; like the convolvolus, it requires some¬ 
thing to support its light tendrils ; and, without fatiguing that 
support, wreaths it with verdure and flowers. 
To cheer thy sickness, watch thy health — 
Partake, but never waste thy wealth — 
Or stand with smiles unmurmuring by, 
And lighten half thy poverty! 
Byron. 
Jasmine, some like silver spray, 
Some like gold, in the morning ray. 
Indian Bride. 
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