I HAVE sipped, with drooping lashes, Dreamy draughts of Verzenay; I have flourished brandy-smashes In the wildest sort of way; I have joked with "Tom and Jerry" Till "wee hours ayont the twal" -- But I've found my tea the very Safest tipple of them all! 'Tis a mystical potation That exceeds in warmth of glow And divine exhilaration All the drugs of long ago -- All of old magicians' potions -- Of Medea's philtered spells -- Or of fabled isles and oceans Where the Lotos-eater dwells! Though I've reveled o'er late lunches With blase dramatic stars, And absorbed their wit and punches And the fumes of their cigars -- Drank in the latest story, With a cocktail either end, -- I have drained a deeper glory In a cup of tea, my friend. Green, Black, Moyune, Formosa, Congou, Amboy, Pingsuey -- No odds the name it knows -- ah, Fill a cup of it for me! And, as I clink my china Against your goblet's brim, My tea in steam shall twine a Fragrant laurel round its rim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN A COTTAGE by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS BEAUTY'S ARMOURY by AL-HADRAMI A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD A BALLADE OF EVOLUTION by GRANT ALLEN THE CRACKED BELL by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE MESSAGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |