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EVANESCENCE. 
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POPPY, RED. 
Papaver RJieas, 
Language EVANESCENCE. 
Pleasures are like poppies spread ; 
You seize the flower, the bloom is shed. 
Dawn, gentle flower, 
From the morning earth ! 
"We will gaze and wonder 
At thy wondrous birth ! 
Bloom, gentle flower ! 
Lover of the light, 
Sought by wind and shower, 
Fondled by the night. 
Fade, gentle flower ! 
All thy white leaves close ; 
Having shown thy beauty, 
Time 'tis for repose. 
Die, gentle flower. 
In the silent sun ! 
So, all pangs are over, 
All thy tasks are done ! 
Day hath no more glory. 
Though he soars so high ; 
Thine is all man's story 
Live, and love, and die 1 
Burns, 
Pboctoe. 
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