Steam rises from a cup of tea
and we are wrapped in history,
inhaling ancient times and lands,
comfort of ages in our hands.
inhaling ancient times and lands,
comfort of ages in our hands.
The Tea Ships
Their canvas flared across teh China Sea,
Back in the misty 'forties ere the steam
And plate steel from the Tyne swept every lea,
Crowding the sail to yards where they might
dream
Of vanished greatness when the seas would
cream
Across their suging prows on washing lanes;
And o'er the waste to catch Nantucket's gleam -
Canton to Boston with their golden gains.
~Thomas J. Murray, c. 1905 and from Tea Poetry, compiled by Pearl Dexter
2 comments:
I love it when you post tea poetry!
Steph, I would love to share the "The Tea Ships" poem with the 5th graders who are studying the Boston Tea Party. Which by the way, serving them tea this afternoon was a great success. They ALL loved the Earl Grey and even wanted seconds. Of course, the sugar cubes might have had something to do with it.:)
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