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 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. 
 I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed!
 The flower of Mercy! that within its heart
  Doth read more 
 I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed!
 The flower of Mercy! that within its heart
  Doth keep "a drop serene" for human need,
   A drowsy balm for every bitter smart.
    For happy hours the Rose will idly blow--
     The Poppy hath a charm for pain and woe. 
 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. 
 And far and wide, in a scarlet tide,
 The poppy's bonfire spread.  
 And far and wide, in a scarlet tide,
 The poppy's bonfire spread. 
 Let but my scarlet head appear
 And I am held in scorn;
  Yet juice of subtile virtue read more 
 Let but my scarlet head appear
 And I am held in scorn;
  Yet juice of subtile virtue lies
   Within my cup of curious dyes. 
 Find me next a Poppy posy,
 Type of his harangues so dozy.  
 Find me next a Poppy posy,
 Type of his harangues so dozy. 
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. 
 And would it not be proud romance
 Falling in some obscure advance,
  To rise, a poppy field read more 
 And would it not be proud romance
 Falling in some obscure advance,
  To rise, a poppy field of France?