I Perhaps, God, planting Eden, Dropped, by mistake, a seed In Time’s neighbor-plot, That grew to be This hour? II You and I picked up Life and looked at it curiously; We did not know whether to keep it for a plaything or not. It was beautiful to see, like a red firecracker, And we knew, too, that it was lighted. We dropped it while the fuse was still burning … III I am going to die too, flower, in a little while— Do not be so proud. IV The sun is dying Alone On an island In the bay. Close your eyes, poppies— I would not have you see death. You are so young! V The sun falls Like a drop of blood From some hero. We, Who love pain, Delight in this.
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