"I think, my dear, I'll smoke King Charles tonight." And then I knew his gentle, kindly soul Had need of quiet thought and rest. He'd light The old beloved pipe whose sepia bowl Would warm and vivify a carved mermaid To lead, from out his books of ancient Greece, Heroes of Homer's wars, a long parade That marched before his eyes. So he found peace. This noble, healing pipe had been a king's, Had soothed his weary mind in times of strife. With outstretched arms the siren cast a spell That wove dear dreams beneath the blue smoke rings. But are not dreams the best part of man's life? The meerschaum maiden served her masters well. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE DEFEAT AND VICTORY by WALLACE RICE |