It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.
You were in a poppy sleep on the mystic flowers of ancient dreams.
Now solitude and silence are worse for me than poppy and mandragora.
I used to turn as red as a poppy when I happened to meet the eye of some spectator.
French poppy beareth a faire flower, and the Seed will make you sleepe.
But since he went away there had been no presents for Poppy.
That was Poppy's favourite too; she would have chosen that one, she said to herself.
Even when her mother came home in the evening Poppy's work was not finished.
Yet, in spite of all the work the babies gave her, Poppy was very proud of her presents.
Poppy felt as if she were dreaming, and could not understand what her mother was saying.