I sit in my luxurious chair;
Soft rugs caress my slippered feet;
Within, a balmy, summer air;
Without, a wintry storm of sleet.
A favorite book is in my hands,
A thousand others line the walls;
Some souvenir of distant lands
In every nook the Past recalls.
Upon a Turkish tabouret
In Dresden cups of peerless blue
Gleams on a pretty Cashmere tray
The fragrant Mocha’s ebon hue.
Two dainty hands prepare the draught,
While loving glances meet my own;
Two lips repeat (the coffee quaffed),
“To-night ’tis sweet to be alone.”
Hark! in the court my faithful hound
Breaks rudely on our t
(John Lawson Stoddard)
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