Dream Song
I plucked a snow-drop in the spring, And in my hand too closely pressed; The warmth had hurt the tender thing, I grieved to see it withering. I gave my love a poppy red, And laid it on her snow-cold breast; But poppies need a warmer bed, We wept to find the flower was dead.
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