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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

V. Trees: Flowers: Plants

The Sea-Poppy

Robert Bridges (1844–1930)

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 sits shivering and forlorn.