Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

James Elroy Flecker . YASMIN . LOW splendid in the morning glows the lily : with what grace he throws His supplication to the rose : do roses nod the head , Yasmin ? But when the silver dové descends I find the little flower of friends Whose very name that sweetly ends I say when I have said , Yasmin . The morning light is clear and cold : I dare not in that light behold A whiter light , a deeper gold , a glory too far shed , Yasmin . But when the deep red eye of day is level with the lone highway And some to Meccah turn to pray , and I toward thy bed , Yasmin ; Or when the wind beneath the moon is drifting like Or when coul aswood tas talk 1 And harping Planets talk love 's tune with milky wings outspread , Yasmin ; Give me thy love , O burning bright ! For one night or the other night Will come the Gardener in White and gathered flowers are dead , Yasmin !