The Chap-book; semi-monthly . DRAWN BY A. E. BORIE 391. DRAWN BY A. E. BORIE 392 POPPIES POPPIES I WHO walk among the poppiesIn the burning hour of to their scarlet their fervour and their swoon. In this little wayside garden,Under the sheer tent of dark kindred in are of one dust and dew. They, the summer-loving frequent the Northern year;From an older land than Egypt,I, too, but a nomad here. All day long the purple mysterious , in silent still shadows by our doors. And we listen, thro

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The Chap-book; semi-monthly . DRAWN BY A. E. BORIE 391. DRAWN BY A. E. BORIE 392 POPPIES POPPIES I WHO walk among the poppiesIn the burning hour of to their scarlet their fervour and their swoon. In this little wayside garden,Under the sheer tent of dark kindred in are of one dust and dew. They, the summer-loving frequent the Northern year;From an older land than Egypt,I, too, but a nomad here. All day long the purple mysterious , in silent still shadows by our doors. And we listen, through the a far-off sound, which seemsLike the long reverberant echoOf a sea-shell blown in dreams. Is it the foreboded summonsFrom the fabled Towers of Sleep,Bidding home the wandered childrenFrom the shore of the great deep ? All day through the sun-filled with its ghostly in the mere lapse of and is not distraught. BLISS CARMAN 393 Then suffused with earths slow patience of the

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