Why did you come? For fear I should forget?
Nay, but sweet flowers, you would not judge me so.
Are there not memories between us set,
No later love, no future days can know?
Cool bosky woodlands that were jasmine bowers,
With misty haze of bluebells up the glade
Then, had I met an angel pulling flowers,
I had not been astonished or afraid.
Beautiful children, innocent and bright,
O Golden Jasmine! for Love kissing you