A Ballade of Five o’clock Tea.
Served in most delicate ware,
Dresden or Sévres—where you spy
Dainty devices and rare,
Hues that enrapture the eye:
Hands that are shapely and white,
Pour out the fragrant Bohea,
Beauty presides at this rite—
This is your Five O’clock Tea.
Perched in the midst of the fair,