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MY MEERSCHAUM PIPE
My Meerschaum Pipe is exquisitely dipped!
Shining, and silver-zoned, and amber-tipped,
In close chromatic passages that number
The tones of brown from cinnamon to umber,
Roll the rich harmonies of shank and crypt.
Shining, and silver-zoned, and amber-tipped,
In close chromatic passages that number
The tones of brown from cinnamon to umber,
Roll the rich harmonies of shank and crypt.
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Couchant, and of its purple cushions clipped,
Its dusky loveliness I wake from slumber.
Was ever maid than thou more softly lipped,
My Meerschaum Pipe?
Its dusky loveliness I wake from slumber.
Was ever maid than thou more softly lipped,
My Meerschaum Pipe?
How many pangs herethro' have lightly tripped
Into the past, that wharf of aery lumber?
How many plans, bright-armed and all equipt,
Out of this glowing brain have skyward skipped?
Memories that hallow, O regrets that cumber
My Meerschaum Pipe!
Into the past, that wharf of aery lumber?
How many plans, bright-armed and all equipt,
Out of this glowing brain have skyward skipped?
Memories that hallow, O regrets that cumber
My Meerschaum Pipe!
1875.
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