The poppy's golden cup.
My lowly queen, I bow to thee
And worship with my soul:
I hope to drink her love from out
The poppy's golden bowl.
Look up, my sweet, and catch my words,
A secret I would tell:
I think I hear her "Yes" ring from
The poppy's golden bell.
CHARLES McKNIGHT SAIN,
in Sunset, August, 1908.