She poured a cup of tea I still can hold To sip refreshment. See her smiling fill And pass the amber cup, and offer still The salver heaped with ivory and gold Of bread and butter, petal-thin and cold; Then turn with me to watch a friendly hill That calls to us across the window-sill With beckoning live-oak branches gnarled and old. Since then, my taste in tea is hard to please. I ask a bit of sunshine in the cup, A tang of sky leaf-sifted through the trees, And then I lift the joyous potion up To share its fragrance with the eager breeze And lure the birds to venture down and sup! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST MOTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |