“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.”
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!