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OF FLOWERS 

TO A JASMINE-TREE 
GROWING IN THE COURT OF HAWORTH CASTLE: 
BY LORD MORPETH. 
y sligat and slender jasmine-tree, 
= hat 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 a 
a’s spice or Syria’s rose ; 
Thy bright festoons more freshl 
Thy virgin white more freshly glows. 
My mild and winsome jasmine-tree, al 
That climbest up the dark gray-wal!. 
Thy tiny flowerets seem in glee, 
Like silver spray-drops down to fall: 

Say, did they from their leaves thus peep, 
When mail’d moss-troopers rode the hil 
When helmed wardens paced the keep, 
And bugles ee for Belted Will? 
My free and f ery Pee: tree, 
Within the e of thy breath, 
Yon dungeon grated to its ee 
And the chain’d captive pu ied for ceath. 
On Border eay on feudal crime, 


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