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

Ode To My Pipe.
O Blessed pipe, That now I clutch within my gripe, ...

A Brief Puff Of Smoke.
Great Doctor Parr, the learned Whig, Ne'er deemed the ...

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

To An Old Pipe.
Once your smoothly polished face Nestled lightly in a ...

Virginia's Kingly Plant.
_BY AN "OLD SALT."_ Oh, muse! grant me the power (I...

On A Tobacco Jar.
Three hundred years ago or soe, One worthy knight an...

Ad Nicotina.
"_A CONSTRAINED HYPERBOLE._" Let others sing the prais...

Acrostic.
To thee, blest weed, whose sovereign wiles, O'er cankere...

Seasonable Sweets.
"_DON'T BE FLOWERY, JACOB._"--CHARLES DICKENS. When th...

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

To The Tobacco Pipe.
Dear piece of fascinating clay! 'Tis thine to smooth l...

Smoke And Chess.
We were sitting at chess as the sun went down; And he,...

Clouds.
Mortals say their heart is light When the clouds aroun...

She.
The hateful man! 'Twould vex a saint! Around my pretty...

Meerschaum.
Come to me, O my meerschaum, For the vile street organ...

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

The Ballade Of Tobacco.
When verdant youth sees life afar, And first sets ou...

The Dreamer's Pipe.
Meerschaum, thing with amber tip, Clutched between the...

Pipe And Tobacco.
When my pipe burns bright and clear, The gods I need n...



THOSE ASHES.








Up to the frescoed ceiling
The smoke of my cigarette
In a sinuous spray is reeling,
Forming flower and minaret.

What delicious landscape floating
On perfumed wings I see;
Pale swans I am idly noting,
And queens robed in filagree.

I see such delicious faces
As ne'er man saw before,
And my fancy fondly chases
Sweet maids on a fairy shore.

Now to bits my air-castle crashes,
And those pictures I see no more;
My grandmother yells: "Them ashes--
Don't drop them on the floor!"

R.K. MUNKITTRICK.





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