"To A Friend." by Jane Taylor (1783-1824)
SWEET Jessamine, long may thy elegant flower
Breathe fragrance and solace for me;
And long thy green sprays overshadow the bower
Devoted to friendship and thee.
The eye that was dazzled where lilies and roses
Their brilliant assemblage displayed,
With grateful delight on thy verdure reposes,
–A tranquil and delicate shade.
But ah, what dejection that foliage expresses,
Which pensively droops on her breast!
The dew of the evening has laden her tresses,
And stands like a tear on her crest.
I'll watch by thy side through the gloom of the night,
Impatient till morning appears;
No charm can awaken this heart to delight,
My Jessamine, while thou art in tears.
But soon will the shadows of night be withdrawn,
Which ever in mercy are given;
And thou shalt be cheered by the light of the morn,
And fanned by the breezes of Heaven.
And still may thy tranquil and delicate shade
Yield fragrance and solace to me;
For though all the flowers in my garden should fade,
My heart will repose upon thee.