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...STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER A SONNET. ON THE DEATH OF SYLVIA by PHILIP AYRES TO SWEET MEAT, SOUR SAUCE; AN IMITATION OF THEOCRITUS OR ANACREON by PHILIP AYRES VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF P. BURGESS; A CHILD OF SUPERIOR ENDOWMENTS by BERNARD BARTON MUSIC ON CHRISTMAS MORNING by ANNE BRONTE BEETHOVEN'S FIFTH SYMPHONY by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |