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 Through the dancing poppies stole
 A breeze most softly lulling to my soul.  
 Through the dancing poppies stole
 A breeze most softly lulling to my soul. 
 Find me next a Poppy posy,
 Type of his harangues so dozy.  
 Find me next a Poppy posy,
 Type of his harangues so dozy. 
 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. 
 The poppies hung
 Dew-dabbed on their stalks.  
 The poppies hung
 Dew-dabbed on their stalks. 
 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. 
 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. 
 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. 
 Bring poppies for a weary mind
 That saddens in a senseless din.  
 Bring poppies for a weary mind
 That saddens in a senseless din.