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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.