HASSAN'S SERENADE
by: James Elroy Flecker
(1884-1919)
- OW 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 dove descends
- I find the little flower of friends
- Whose very name that sweetly ends
- I say when I have said, 'Yasmin'.
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- The morning light is clear and cold,
- I dare not in that light behold
- A deeper 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 Mecca turn to pray,
- and I toward thy bed, Yasmin,
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- Or when the wind beneath the moon
- is dazzling like a soul aswoon,
- And harping planets talk love's tune
- with milky wings outspread, Yasmin,
- Shine down thy love, O burning bright!
- for one night or the other night
- Will come the Gardener in white,
- and gather'd flowers are dead, Yasmin!
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