JASMINE, NIGHT-BLOOMING . Only for thee. 
As the bud lingers, 
And looks for the spring 
For her light fingers 
To open its wing; 
Folding up proudly 
Its fresh dew and bloom; 
Wistfully hoarding 
Its holy perfume; 
All unelated 
By sunbeam or bee— 
So my heart waited, 
Looking for thee. 
As the waves darkle 
Till dawning of day, 
Then with its sparkle 
Go dancing away— 
Silent in sorrow, 
Or reckless in glee, 
So my wild spirit watched, 
Darling! for thee. 
As the bird hushes 
Its love-heaving breast 
Till summer blushes 
About its warm nest— 
Dreaming and sleeping 
’Neath winter’s control— 
Timidly keeping 
Its song in its soul— 
So have I kept, dear, 
My heart music free— 
So love has slept, dear, 
Waiting for thee. 
