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THE ROSE AND THE JASMINE To feed my heart with fragrance! Lone they live,

And drop their petals far from trellised bowers.

ROSE

Within the garden-plot whence I was borne

No rifled sisterhood became less fine;

My wealth made not the violet forlorn,

And near me climbed the fearless eglantine.

JASMINE

Who feels my breath recalls the orange court,

The terraced walks that jut upon the sea,

The water in the moonlit bay amort,

The midnight given to longing and to me.

ROSE

Who scents my blossoms dreams of bordered meads

Deep down the hollow of some vale far north,

Where Cuthbert with the fair-haired Hilda pleads,

And overhead the stars of June come forth.

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