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I wish you'd go to the poppy fields
 * That bloom by the lake Chabót

Such wonderfully carpeted poppy fields,
 * They look like a golden snow

That has fallen upon the emerald earth,
 * Then melted in spots, where the blue

Of the cornflowers show like bits of sky,
 * And the world has a marvelous hue.

The work-a-day world seemed brighter today
 * For the charm of the poppies was there,

And the dull gray stones of the city's way
 * Seemed an easier path to fare.

For I felt that around every corner
 * Green vistas would burst into view,

Tho I listened in vain for the caroling birds,
 * The hum of the city seemed new.

April, 1913. 