A Song Of Poppies
I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies! Sun-worshippers are they; Gladly as trees live through a hundred summers They live one little day. I love red poppies! Impassioned scarlet poppies! Ever their strange perfume Seems like an essence brewed by fairy people From an immortal bloom. I love red poppies! Red, silken, swaying poppies! Deep in their hearts they keep A magic cure for woe - a draught of Lethe - A lotus-gift of sleep. I love red poppies! Soft silver-stemmed, red poppies, That from the rain and sun Gather a balm to heal some earth-born sorrow, When their glad day is done.
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"I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies!..."
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