The poppies blooming all around My Herbert loves to see; Some pearly white, some dark as night, Some red as cramasie: He loves their colours fresh and fine, As fair as fair may be; But little does my darling know How good they are to me. He views their clust'ring petals gay, And shakes their nut-brown seeds; But they to him are nothing more Than other brilliant weeds. O! how shouldst thou, with beaming brow, With eye and cheek so bright, Know aught of that gay blossom's power, Or sorrows of the night? When poor Mama long restless lies, She drinks the poppy's juice; That liquor soon can close her eyes, And slumber soft produce: O then my sweet, my happy boy Will thank the Poppy-flower, Which brings the sleep to dear Mama, At midnight's darksome hour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST THE REST OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW SYMPHONIC STUDIES (AFTER ROBERT SCHUMANN) by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: J. MILTON MILES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |