A Cup Of Tea: A Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

Poem Name: A Cup Of Tea
Author: James Whitcomb Riley

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 filtered spells –
Or of fabled isles and oceans
Where the Lotos-eater dwells!

Though I’ve reveled o’er late lunches
With blas� dramatic stars,
And absorbed their wit and punches
And the fumes of their cigars –
Drank in the latest story,
With a cock-tail 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.

Travis Joynson

Travis Joynson

Travis Joynson is the founder and chief editor of the Professional Tea Taster.

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