A SONG OF POPPIES
Reading edition
I love red poppies! Imperial red poppies! Sun-worshippers are they; Gladly as trees live through a hundred summers They live one little day.
I love red poppies! Impassioned scarlet poppies! Ever their strange perfume Seems like an essence brewed by fairy people From an immortal bloom.
I love red poppies! Red, silken, swaying poppies! Deep in their hearts they keep A magic cure for woe—a draught of Lethe— A lotus-gift of sleep.
I love red poppies! Soft silver-stemmed, red poppies, That from the rain and sun Gather a balm to heal some earth-born sorrow, When their glad day is done.