A glory on the scene they shed,

Red Poppies in the Corn.

I've seen them, too, those blossoms red,

Show 'gainst the trench lines' screen,

A crimson stream that waved and spread

Thro' all the brown and green:

I've seen them dyed a deeper hue

Than ever nature gave,

Shell-torn from slopes on which they grew,

To cover many a grave.