POPPY
FROM COVERT SHADY,
OH! GENTLE LADY,
I SEE THEE STAND
BENEATH BLAZING SKIES;
THY GORGEOUS COLOR
GROWS DULL AND DULLER
AND FADES AWAY
FROM MY DROWSY EYES.
I WAKE FROM DREAMING
AND IS IT BUT SEEMING
THAT OVER THY FACE
THE SHADOWS CREEP?
IF THY SCARLET FLOWER
HAS A MAGIC POWER,
OH! POPPY, THOU TOO
MAY BE SOOTHED TO SLEEP.
NASTURTIUM
NASTURTIUM IN YOUR PETALED HOOD,
HOW MUCH SUN AND AIR AND DEW
WILL OFEN WIDE THAT FOLDED BUD
AND MAKE ANOTHER FLOWER LIKE YOU?
IF I HAD THE POWER TO CHOOSE
JUST SO MUCH I FAIN WOULD USE.
WHEN YOU SKILFULLY PREPARE
SWEETS AND STINGS FORK LEAF AND STEM,
HOW MUCH DEW AND SUN AND AIR
DO YOU TAKE FOR MIXING THEM?
IF I HAD THE POWER TO CHOOSE
JUST SO MUCH I FAIN WOULD USE.
