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THE WHITE POPPY
blossom; but this gift is not to be asked of her whose best wish to her friends is 'grace and remembrance.' The fair Ophelia, rather: nay, for as a nursling she hugs her grief, and for her the memory of the past is a 'sorrow's crown of sorrow.' What flowers are these her pale hand offers? 'There's pansies, that's for thoughts!' For me rather, O dear Ophelia, the white poppy of forgetfulness!
