Your scent is in the room. <br />Swiftly it overwhelms and conquers me! <br />Jasmines, night jasmines, perfect of perfume, <br />Heavy with dew before the dawn of day! <br />Your face was in the mirror. I could see <br />You smile and vanish suddenly away, <br />Leaving behind the vestige of a tear. <br />Sad suffering face, from parting grown so dear! <br />Night jasmines cannot bloom in this cold place; <br />Without the street is wet and weird with snow; <br />The cold nude trees are tossing to and fro; <br />Too stormy is the night for your fond face; <br />For your low voice too loud the wind's mad roar. <br />But, oh, your scent is here--jasmines that grow <br />Luxuriant, clustered round your cottage door!<br /><br />Claude McKay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jasmines/
