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THE BOUQUET. 97 
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POPPY — WHITE. 
PAPAVER SOMNIFERUM. 
Sleep of the Heart. 
SLEEP, heart of mine! — 
Wherefore art thou beating? 
Do dreams stir thy slumbers, 
Vainest hopes repeating? 
Sleep, heart of mine, 
Sleep thou without dreaming: 
Love, the beguiler, 
Weareth such false seeming. 
Sleep, heart of mine; 
But if on thy slumbers 
Breathe one faint murmur 
Of his charméd numbers ; 
Waken, heart of mine, 
From such dangerous sleeping ; 
Love’s haunted visions 
Ever end in weeping. 
L. EK. Lanpon. 


