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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.
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.
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.
Bring poppies for a weary mind
That saddens in a senseless din.
Bring poppies for a weary mind
That saddens in a senseless din.
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.
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.
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.