To The Poppy ***

To The Poppy * by Anna Seward ----- While summer roses all their glory yield To crown the votary of love and joy, Misfortune's victim hails, with many a sigh, Thee, scarlet Poppy of the pathless field, // Gaudy, yet wild and lone; no leaf to shield Thy flaccid vest that, as the gale blows high, Flaps, and alternate folds around thy head. So stands in the long grass a love-crazed maid, // Smiling aghast; while stream to every wind Her garish ribbons, smeared with dust and rain; But brain-sick visions cheat her totured mind, // And bring false peace. Thus, lulling grief and pain, Kind dreams oblivious from thy juice proceed, Thou flimsy, showy, melancholy weed. via

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