 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
SONG TO THE POPPY.
Flower of sweet oblivion! take my soul
To the dark wilderness of silent sleep,
Where soft, Lethean waters ever roll,
And lull it into slumber calmly deep.
To the dark wilderness of silent sleep,
Where soft, Lethean waters ever roll,
And lull it into slumber calmly deep.
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Let thy calm shadow rest upon me there,
And bring me dreams of brighter worlds than this—
Let thy faint fragrance be mine atmosphere,
And feed my soul with dreams of heavenly bliss.
And bring me dreams of brighter worlds than this—
Let thy faint fragrance be mine atmosphere,
And feed my soul with dreams of heavenly bliss.
Lead me where Sorrow, in the arms of Peace,
Like some sweet child upon its mother's breast—
May draw the milk of joy, no more to cease,
And, drinking, find therein eternal rest.
Like some sweet child upon its mother's breast—
May draw the milk of joy, no more to cease,
And, drinking, find therein eternal rest.
New York, July 10, 1842.
| Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights | |