No sky-blue milk to blend with its flow—
No silence when round doth the tea-tray go!
If friends drop in, we will hail with glee
Their presence, and quaff our cups of tea!
I love—oh! how I love to sip,
The green—green tea with my willing lip,
When the toast is brown and the muffins hot,
And there’s plenty of tea in the China pot,
And to talk some scandal and how below,
Matters and things in this world do go.