120 FLORAL POERSY. 
THE JASMINE. 
COWPHER. 
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THE jasmine throwing wide her elegant sweets, 
The deep dark green of whose unvarnished leaf 
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Makes more conspicuous and illumines more 
The bright profusion of her scattered stars, 
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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, 
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 ? 
My wild and winsome jasmine-tree, | 
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