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 POPPY SONG

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OOTSTEPS soft as fall the rose's Petals on a dewy lawn, Shaken when the wind uncloses Golden gateways for the dawn;

Laughter light as is the swallows' Chatter in the evening sky. Wafted upward from the hollows Where the limpid waters lie;

Weeping faint as is the willow's By the margin of the lake, Trembling into tiny billows That the silent teardrops make;

Phantoms fitful and uncertain As the pearly autumn rain, Sweeping on in cloudy curtain Down the wide way of the plain.

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