Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SMOKE AND CHESS, by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD


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SMOKE AND CHESS, by                    
First Line: We were sitting at chess as the sun went down
Last Line: That misty maiden, saint nicotine.
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes


We were sitting at chess as the sun went down;
And he, from his meerschaum's glossy brown,
With a ring of smoke made his king a crown.

The cherry stem, with its amber tip,
Thoughtfully rested on his lip,
As the goblet's rim from which heroes sip.

And, looking out through the early green
He called on his patron saint, I ween,—
That misty maiden, Saint Nicotine.





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