Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)

Shorter Poems. Book I. 9. “A Poppy Grows upon the Shore”

A poppy grows upon the shore,
Bursts her twin cup in summer late:
Her leaves are glaucous-green and hoar,
Her petals yellow, delicate.

Oft to her cousins turns her thought,
In wonder if they care that she
Is fed with spray for dew, and caught
By every gale that sweeps the sea.

She has no lovers like the red,
That dances with the noble corn:
Her blossoms on the waves are shed,
Where she stands shivering and forlorn.

1. Shorter Poems. Book III. 16. Song (I love my lady’s eyes)
2. Shorter Poems. Book III. 12. “Thou didst delight my eyes”
3. Shorter Poems. Book I. 15. Rondeau
4. Shorter Poems. Book III. 17. “Since thou, O fondest and truest”
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 16. “Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow”

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