[Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry | ||
SOUL OF MY SOUL.
VIRGINIAN JESSAMINE.
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Through the woods, like a sunbeam, doth playfully dart—
The humming-bird! bathing in dew and perfume,
That hide in the crimson jasmine's heart,
While he blends, with the blossom, his own rich bloom,
Till you hardly can tell them apart.
[Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry | ||