Poppy, you shall live forever

Poppy, you shall live forever
With the crimson of her kiss,
Through a summer day undreamed of
In a land like this.

Once I battered with Oblivion:
For the crimson of her kiss
I would give a thousand morrows
Of a day like this.

But I was a foolish buyer;
For the crimson of her kiss
Woke me, and I heard the wind say,
"Nevermore like this!"

Poppy, you shall sleep forever
With the crimson of her kiss
Through the centuries, undreamed of
In a rhyme like this.