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Two Other Hearts.
Full tender beamed the light of love down from his manl...

A Warning.
HE. I loathe all books. I hate to see The world a...

My Pipe And I.
There may be comrades in this world, As stanch and t...

A Valentine.
What's my love's name? Guess her name. Nina? No....

Ashes.
Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my brie...

"keats Took Snuff."
"Keats took snuff.... It has been established by the ...

The Last Pipe.
When head is sick and brain doth swim, And heavy hangs...

The Old Clay Pipe.
There's a lot of solid comfort In an old clay pipe, ...

Inscription For A Tobacco Jar.
Keep me at hand; and as my fumes arise, You'll find _a...

My Friendly Pipe.
Let sybarites still dream delights While smoking cig...

The Betrothed.
"_YOU MUST CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND YOUR CIGAR._" Open the ...

How It Once Was.
Right stout and strong the worthy burghers stood, ...

Sublime Tobacco.
But here the herald of the self-same mouth Came breath...

A Symphony In Smoke.
A pretty, piquant, pouting pet, Who likes to muse and ...

My Pipe.
When love grows cool, thy fire still warms me; When fr...

"a Free Puff."
Do you remember when first we met? I was turning twent...

It May Be Weeds.
It may be weeds I've gathered too; But even weeds...

The Happy Smoking-ground.
When that last pipe is smoked at last And pouch and ...

With Pipe And Book.
With Pipe and Book at close of day, Oh, what is sweete...

My Three Loves.
When Life was all a summer day, And I was under twenty...



THE DREAMER'S PIPE.








Meerschaum, thing with amber tip,
Clutched between the dreamer's lip,
Fragrant odors from thy bowl
Mingling with the dreamer's soul;
Curling wreaths of smoke ascending,
Comfort sweet with incense blending.
Joy and peace and solace sending
To the dreamer's heart.

Fashioned like a satyr's head,
Crowned with fire, glowing red,
Quaintly carved and softly sleek
As Afric maiden's downy cheek.
Comrade of each idle hour
In forest shade or leafy bower;
Lotus-eaters from thy power
Ne'er can break apart.

Darkly colored from long use
With tobacco's balmy juice
From snowy white to ebon turned
By the incense daily burned.
Laid at night within thy case
Of velvet soft--thy resting place--
Whence with leering, stained face
Daily thou must start,--

To soothe the dreamer's every care,
To glow and burn and fill the air
With thy curling perfume rare:
As thou charmest gloom away,
With the dreamer rest for aye
Friend of youth, and manhood ripe
All hail to thee, thou meerschaum pipe!

_New Orleans Times Democrat._





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