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ODE TO THE POPPY.1825.
Though varied wreaths of myriad hues.
As beams of mingling light,
Sparkle replete with pearly dews,
Waving their tinted leaves profuse,
To captivate the sight:
As beams of mingling light,
Sparkle replete with pearly dews,
Waving their tinted leaves profuse,
To captivate the sight:
Though fragrance, sweet exhaling, blend
With the soft, balmy air;
And gentle zephyrs, wafting wide,
Their spicy odors bear;
While to the eye,
Delightingly,
Each floweret laughing blooms,
And o'er the fields
Prolific, yields
Its incense of perfumes;
With the soft, balmy air;
And gentle zephyrs, wafting wide,
Their spicy odors bear;
While to the eye,
Delightingly,
Each floweret laughing blooms,
And o'er the fields
Prolific, yields
Its incense of perfumes;
Yet one alone o'er all the plain,
With lingering eye, I view;
Hasty, I pass the brightest bower,
Heedless of each attractive flower,
Its brilliance to pursue.
With lingering eye, I view;
Hasty, I pass the brightest bower,
Heedless of each attractive flower,
Its brilliance to pursue.
