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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FIDUS ACHATES, by W. A. MACKENZIE
First Line: Where is my trusty old clay
Last Line: Broken and passed away!
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes
First Line: Where is my trusty old clay
Last Line: Broken and passed away!
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes
Where is my trusty old clay,
The pipe I have puffed for years?
Broken and passed away!
Puffed it when laughing and gay,
Puffed it when plunged in tears,
Where is my trusty old clay?
My solace by night and by day,
Like magic it scattered my fears—
Broken and passed away!
'Twas black as the jettiest jay,
'Twas soft as the murmur of meres—
Where is my trusty old clay?
This is all that my tongue can say,
This is all that my sad soul hears—
Broken and passed away!
Here's the end of all pleasure and play,
Man's epitaph here appears:
Where is my trusty old clay?
Broken and passed away!
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