LII nonsense

I would sleep raveled up in poppies red,
All sporting cheshire grins up at the sun,
Perfumed air thick tangled round my head,
Clouds heaped above and hours quite undone.
Glint honey gold far down amongst dark leaves
Caked thick with bees and drowsing to their purr,
The pollen gathered up like barely sheaves,
In all the world the only thing that stirs.
All things with names crawl down between the stems,
Easily brushed away by languorous hands,
I do not want their words or stratagems,
I'd much rather stay here somnambulant.
   To dream in shimmers where warm breezes roam,
   Is easier than searching for my home.