While Summer Roses All Their Glory Yield To Crown The Votary Of Love And Joy, Misfortune'S Victim Hails, With Many A Sigh, Thee, Scarlet Poppy Of The Pathless Field, Gaudy, Yet Wild And Lone; No Leaf To Shield Thy Flaccid Vest, That, As The Gale Blows High, Flaps, And Alternate Folds Around Thy Head. - So Stands In The Long Grass A Love-Craz'D Maid, Smiling Aghast; While Stream To Every Wind Her Gairish Ribbons, Smear'D With Dust And Rain; But Brain-Sick Visions Cheat Her Tortur'D Mind, And Bring False Peace. Thus, Lulling Grief And Pain, Kind Dreams Oblivious From Thy Juice Proceed, Thou Flimsy, Shewy, Melancholy Weed.