by James Elroy Flecker (1884 - 1915)
Yasmin
Language: English
How splendid in the morning grows 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. The morning light is clear and cold: I dare not in that light behold A whiter light, a deeper gold, a glory too far shed, Yasmin. But when the deep red light of day is level with the lone highway, And some to Meccah turn to pray, and I toward thy bed, Yasmin; Or when the wind beneath the moon in drifting like a soul aswoon, And harping planets talk love's tune with milky wings outspread, Yasmin, Shower down thy love, O burning bright! For one night or the other night, Will come the Gardener in white, and gathered flowers are dead, Yasmin.
Authorship:
- by James Elroy Flecker (1884 - 1915), "Yasmin", appears in The Golden Journey to Samarkand, first published 1913 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Tom Dobson (1890 - 1918), "Yasmin", published <<1940. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-01-07
Line count: 12
Word count: 153