186 OBLIVION IN SLEEP. 
POPPY, WHITE. 
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Papaver Somniferum. 
Language — OBLIVION IN SLEEP. 
You can charm to sleep the physical powers 
With the oil distilled from a poppy’s leaves ; 
Say, can your science find us flowers 
Whose magic may hush a heart that grieves ? 
Mbs. Osoood. 
I can give to this saddened breast 
Many an hour of happy rest; 
On his eyes I will lay a dream, 
And all things beautiful shall seem; 
The curtains of his couch shall be 
Forgetfulness of misery; 
The night winds to his charmed ear 
Shall sound like words he loves to hear ; 
And Love shall fan his aching brow, 
And sing of peace in accents low ; 
Him Pity, with a fond caress, 
Shall gently to her bosom press : 
Thus in sweet slumbers, free from pain, 
His smiles shall all come back again. 
From the Swedish op Feederiea Bremer. 
My eyes make pictures when they’re shut: 
I see a fountain large and fair, 
A willow and a ruined hut, 
And thee, and me, and Mary there. 
O Mary, make thy gentle lap our pillow; 
Bend o’er us, like a bower, my beautiful green willow. 
Coleridge. 
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