Poppy, you shall live forever With the crimson of her kiss, Through a summer day undreamed of In a land like this. Once I battered with Oblivion: For the crimson of her kiss I would give a thousand morrows Of a day like this. But I was a foolish buyer; For the crimson of her kiss Woke me, and I heard the wind say, "Nevermore like this!" Poppy, you shall sleep forever With the crimson of her kiss Through the centuries, undreamed of In a rhyme like this. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 14 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SONG OF THE BOW, FR. THE WHITE COMPANY by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE ON GOOD FRIDAY, THE DAY OF OUR SAVIOUR'S PASSION by PHILIP AYRES IN THE WHITE LAND by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON EVENING by SYLVIA HORTENSE BLISS |