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Central depth of purple,
Leaves more bright than rose,
Who shall tell what brightest thought
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Central depth of purple,
Leaves more bright than rose,
Who shall tell what brightest thought
Out of darkness grows?
Who, through what funereal pain,
Souls to love and peace attain?
- Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),
The poppies hung
Dew-dabbed on their stalks.
The poppies hung
Dew-dabbed on their stalks.
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.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
Find me next a Poppy posy,
Type of his harangues so dozy.
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.
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.
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),
The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.
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.