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 Every castle of the air
 Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there
  Are seeds for every read more 
 Every castle of the air
 Sleeps in the fine black grains, and there
  Are seeds for every romance, or light
   Whiff of a dream for a summer night. 
The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
 In Flanders fields the poppies blow
 Between the crosses, row on row,
  That mark our place, and read more 
 In Flanders fields the poppies blow
 Between the crosses, row on row,
  That mark our place, and in the sky,
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
    Scarce heard among the guns below. 
 Find me next a Poppy posy,
 Type of his harangues so dozy.  
 Find me next a Poppy posy,
 Type of his harangues so dozy. 
 Gentle sleep!
 Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above;
  And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless
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 Gentle sleep!
 Scatter thy drowsiest poppies from above;
  And in new dreams not soon to vanish, bless
   My senses with the sight of her I love. 
 We are slumberous poppies,
 Lords of Lethe downs,
  Some awake and some asleep,
   Sleeping read more 
 We are slumberous poppies,
 Lords of Lethe downs,
  Some awake and some asleep,
   Sleeping in our crowns.
    What perchance our dreams may know,
     Let our serious may know.
   - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt), 
 Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
 And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
  Like read more 
 Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
 And left the flushed print in a poppy there:
  Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
   And the fanning wind puffed it to flapping flame.
    With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank
     The blood of the sun as he slaughtered sank,
      And dipped its cup in the purpurate shine
       When the eastern conduits ran with wine. 
 Bring poppies for a weary mind
 That saddens in a senseless din.  
 Bring poppies for a weary mind
 That saddens in a senseless din. 
 Visions for those too tired to sleep,
 These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.  
 Visions for those too tired to sleep,
 These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.