I called that milk"—she blushed with pride—
"You bade me speak the truth."
7.—(Poe, who got excited over it)
Here's a mellow cup of tea, golden tea!
What a world of rapturous thought its fragrance brings to me!
Oh, from out the silver cells
How it wells!
How it smells!
Keeping tune, tune, tune
To the tintinnabulation of the spoon.