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JASMIN.
The colour'd sunset's waning glow,The coy sparks trembling forth on high,
The summer moon, alifting slow
Amid the purple summer sky,
Melt through these dim and fragil bars
Our dream-enfolding Jasmin weaves;
While scarce its own white scented stars
Divide their shadowy heav'n of leaves.
What dreams are in the dusk afloat?—
A ruin'd ‘Dragon on the Heath,’
Mount Ida, Locksley, Camelot;
A Poet with a Jasmin wreath.
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