White Jasmine stars, upon an old grey wall,
Whereon the yellow sunbeams seldom fall,
Rain-stain'd and weather-worn, yet wholly fair,
For one lush creeper clings in greenness there,
With dark-hued leaves and blossoms white and small.
It was a loving hand o'er that old wall
First taught the young arms of the Jasmine tall
To cling, and spread star-clusters everywhere.
Sweet Jasmine stars!
When my lone heart was cold as yon grey wall,
A little Jasmine came, at Love's low call,
And warm'd with starry blooms the chambers bare;
My heart grew glad, and the impassion'd air
Pierced with its fragrance spread it over all.
O Jasmine stars!
