“You call me pig-head,” she replied;
“My proper name is Ruth.
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!