Volume 4 — VERSES
Reading edition
WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE,
BY R. H. STODDARD.
My desk is heaped with niceties From tropic lands divine, But this is braver far than all— A flask of Chian wine! Brim up my golden drinking-cup, And reach a dish of fruit, And then unlock my cabinet, And hand me out my lute; For when these luxuries have fed And filled my brain with light, I must compose a nuptial song, To suit my bridal night!