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 JAMES ELROY FLECKER

 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'.

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 tavel with the lone highway, And some to Mecca turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin,

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! 

CHARLES WILLIAMS b. 1886

Night Song for a Child!

LEEP, our lord, and for thy peace Let thy mother's softer voice Pray thy patrons to increase Freedom from all light and noise. Hark, her invocation draws To thy guard those princely Laws! 1130