Smoke Not.
Smoke not! smoke not your weeds nor pipes of clay,
Cigars are made from leaves of cauliflowers;
Things that are doomed no duty e’er to pay,
Grown, made, and smoked in a few short hours.
Smoke not! smoke not!
Smoke not! smoke not! the weed you smoke may change,
The healthiness of your stomachic tone;
Things to the eye grow queer, and passing strange,
All thought seems undefined—save one—to be alone.