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Poppy Song
Who art thou that kneelest weeping
By the border of my bed?
Cease thou, for I was but sleeping —
Dreaming, only, and not dead!
III
Phantoms flitting and uncertain
Sweeping round the endless plain;
Autumn twilight's dusky curtain,
Drowsy poppies, drenched with rain.
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