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POPPY SONG
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FOOTSTEPS soft as fall the rose's
Petals on a dewy lawn,
Shaken when the wind uncloses
Golden gateways for the dawn;
Laughter light as is the swallows'
Chatter in the evening sky.
Wafted upward from the hollows
Where the limpid waters lie;
Weeping faint as is the willow's
By the margin of the lake,
Trembling into tiny billows
That the silent teardrops make;
Phantoms fitful and uncertain
As the pearly autumn rain,
Sweeping on in cloudy curtain
Down the wide way of the plain.
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