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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Early Morning Tea</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are growing convalescent<br> As pain's fingers are withdrawn;<br>And you waken in a strange, white room at last;<br>Yet your thought is aught but pleasant<br>In the cold, grey winter dawn,<br>As you realise a weakness not yet past.<br>Then a little sound comes creeping<br>From some distant inner shrine,<br>And you bid farewell to sleeping<br>At that trebly welcome sign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis the tink-clink-tinkle of a teacup,<br>From morbid thought imagination stirs;<br>And with sharp anticipation you await the glad libation <br>The draught of draughts the thristing tongue prefers.<br>And you listen for that soul-uplifting gurgle,<br>As from the precious pot you hear them pour<br>The golden brew you're craving . . . Then a weak, white hand is waving<br>To the white capped Sister smiling at the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">More than all that Juno's daughter<br>Bore to tables of the great,<br>Sweeter far than all Olympian Hippocrene,<br>More than all man's heady water<br>Is the nectar you await,<br>Now to nibble bred-and-butter in between.<br>Say, can this be stuff man gobbles<br>Listlessly some afternoon?<br>Or, to sound of bells and bobbles,<br>Underneath a bright bush moon?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear that tink-clink-tinkle of the teacup,<br>And the rattle of the spoon against the cup.<br>Was cup-bearer ever sweeter? Then you meekly smile to greet her<br>And most valiantly struggle to sit up.<br>So, having quaffed, your head sinks to the pillow,<br>And you know contentment, lately past belief,<br>As, your heavy eyelids closing, once again you fall to dozing<br>While you bless all China and the precious leaf.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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 As pain's fingers are withdrawn;
And you waken in a strange, white room at last;
Yet your thought is aught but pleasant
In the cold, grey winter dawn,
As you realise a weakness not yet past.
Then a little sound comes ..."></div>
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