Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

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.

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3. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 7. “Gáy Róbin Is Seen No More”
4. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 23. “The storm is over, the land hushes to rest”
5. Shorter Poems. Book IV. 10. “O Love, my muse, how was’t for me”

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