Spendthrift Poppy, so gayly pouring your petals down,
Tearing to rags your ruffles, spoiling your scarlet gown,
Was it so lightly given, - gift of the summer sun -
You tossed away the guerdon, flinging it off for fun?
Or did the wild wind woo you, lure you with laughing love,
Kiss you and leave you, the jester, reft of your treasure-trove?