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ODE TO THE POPPY.1825.
Though varied wreaths of myriad hues.
  As beams of mingling light,
Sparkle replete with pearly dews,
Waving their tinted leaves profuse,
  To captivate the sight:

Though fragrance, sweet exhaling, blend
  With the soft, balmy air;
And gentle zephyrs, wafting wide,
  Their spicy odors bear;
   While to the eye,
   Delightingly,
  Each floweret laughing blooms,
   And o'er the fields
   Prolific, yields
  Its incense of perfumes;

Yet one alone o'er all the plain,
  With lingering eye, I view;
Hasty, I pass the brightest bower,
Heedless of each attractive flower,
  Its brilliance to pursue.