Poppies

But pleasures are like poppies spread,You seize the flower, its bloom is shed.

— Poppies

When poor Mama long restless liesAt midnight's darksome hour.

— Poppies

Though the Philistines may jostle, you will rank as an apostle in the high aesthetic band,If you walk down Piccadilly with a poppy or a lily in your medieval hand.

— Poppies

Not poppy nor mandragoraWhich thou owedst yesterday.

— Poppies

I sing the Poppy! The frail snowy weed!The Poppy hath a charm for pain and woe.

— Poppies

Central depth of purple,Souls to love and peace attain?

— Poppies

We are slumberous poppies,Let our serious beauty show.

— Poppies

The poppy opes her scarlet purse of dreams.

— Poppies

Through the dancing poppies stoleA breeze most softly lulling to my soul.

— Poppies

The poppies hungDew-dabbled on their stalks.

— Poppies

Every castle of the airWhiff of a dream for a summer night.

— Poppies

Visions for those too tired to sleep,These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.

— Poppies

In Flanders' fields the poppies blowScarce heard among the guns below.

— Poppies

Find me next a Poppy posy,Type of his harangues so dozy.

— Poppies

And would it not be proud romanceTo rise, a poppy field of France?

— Poppies

Let but my scarlet head appearWithin my cup of curious dyes.

— Poppies

Gentle sleep!My senses with the sight of her I love.

— Poppies

And far and wide, in a scarlet tide,The poppy's bonfire spread.

— Poppies

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,When the eastern conduits ran with wine.

— Poppies

Bring poppies for a weary mindThat saddens in a senseless din.

— Poppies