Poems (Katharine Elizabeth Howard)/The jasmine flower
THE JASMINE FLOWER
The fragrance sweet of a jasmine flower
Enticed me once in a mystic hour,—
I needed no help but a climbing vine
To enter that garden of pale moonshine,—
O, the climbing vine and the pale moonshine.
Enticed me once in a mystic hour,—
I needed no help but a climbing vine
To enter that garden of pale moonshine,—
O, the climbing vine and the pale moonshine.
The odorous breath of a jasmine flower
Can carry me back to that night and hour,—
For in the garden a vision fair
Of a lovely lady was lying there,—
Oh, the vision fair that was lying there.
Can carry me back to that night and hour,—
For in the garden a vision fair
Of a lovely lady was lying there,—
Oh, the vision fair that was lying there.
Oh, was she asleep or was she dead?
She was lying there with the flowers for a bed,—
Her long hair swept her from head to feet,—
No garment beside but the fragrance sweet
Of the jasmine flower and the witching hour.
She was lying there with the flowers for a bed,—
Her long hair swept her from head to feet,—
No garment beside but the fragrance sweet
Of the jasmine flower and the witching hour.
It was years ago and now I know
That the vision which set my heart aglow
Was no mortal sight in the pale moonlight—
But the spirit that haunteth the jasmine flower.
And the magic power of the witching hour.
That the vision which set my heart aglow
Was no mortal sight in the pale moonlight—
But the spirit that haunteth the jasmine flower.
And the magic power of the witching hour.