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
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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
!