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