It was a quiet seeming Day --There was no harm in earth or sky --Till with the closing sunclosing sunsetting sunThere strayed an accidental RedA Strolling Hue, one would have saidTo upperTo upperTo westward of the Town --But when the Earth began to jarAnd Houses vanished with a roarAnd PopulationPopulationHuman Nature hidWe recollectedrecollectedpostulatedpostulatedcomprehended by the AweAs those that Dissolution sawThe Poppy in the Cloud