- I planted me a garden and I kept it trim and fair:
The red rose, the white rose, the bleeding heart were there.
And gentle-mannered pansies fringed the lily's stately dress,
But I had no thought for poppies, that bring forgetfulness.
- The royal, radiant poppies,
The fragile, flaming poppies,
The gaily tender poppies,
That bring forgetfulness.
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And Youth came through my garden with his careless, eager feet:
The red rose, the white rose, he found them rarely sweet.
He brushed aside the bleeding heart's most innocent distress,
And he did not heed the poppies, that bring forgetfulness.
- The tissue-petalled poppies,
The wind-beloved poppies,
The scarlet-skirted poppies,
That bring forgetfulness.
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Time came and passed my garden, and he left no beauty there.
The red rose, the white rose, so maidenly and fair!
Now only shattered petals meet a vagrant wind's caress,
And I seek other gardens for the heart's forgetfulness.
- The lovely, languid poppies,
The slender, swaying poppies,
The drowsy-hearted poppies,
That bring forgetfulness.
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