Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POPPY, by SARAH HAMILTON First Line: Light weed, whose poisoned scent with sickly power Last Line: And with thy balm assuage the fevered brain. Subject(s): Poppies | ||||||||
Light weed, whose poisoned scent with sickly power Bears on the nerves which seek the morning air, As thou, dire poppy, thy sleek head dost rear Amid the yellow corn, thou fatal flower! To soothe the sorrows of the midnight hour The children of distress to thee repair, But ah! too oft do wretched mortals dare Through thee to flee from life which cares devour. The coward mind, which shrinks beneath its woes, Seeks in thy juice a cure for worldly grief, But oh! how impotent the sad relief, Which bids the guilty victim's tomb unclose! Yet thou canst mitigate disease's pain, And with thy balm assuage the fevered brain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NINE BLACK POPPIES FOR CHAC by NORMAN DUBIE SAINTS' POPPIES by DAVID BAKER SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON POPPIES IN JULY by SYLVIA PLATH POPPY: FANTASTIC EXTRAVAGANCE by FRANCIS THOMPSON FAREWELL TO FRANCE by SARAH HAMILTON |
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