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Poppy Song II

Oh, unhappy now to waken When the dream had scarce begun! Out of gentle twilight taken Into realms of burning sun:

Oh, unhappy now to find me Lost 'neath heavens hot with noon; All that fairy land behind me; Poppy fields and rising moon!

Drawbridge and portcullis screeching, Bugles braying soon and late; Who are they that come beseeching, Calling at my castle gate?

Drive them hence, for they encumber Days and nights with waking pain; Tell them that I lie and slumber Under poppies, wet with rain.

Who art thou that bendest praying Over me with dasped palms; Dim through surging darkness, saying Words of prayer and murmured psalms?

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