SHE told him surely 'twas not right To smoke a pipe from morn to night. "Indeed," cried he, "what would you, dear? 'Tis but to aid my thoughts of you." "Why, then," she whispered, nestling near, "Why, then, I love your old pipe, too." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SCARLET TANAGER by JOEL BENTON THE ONE GRAY HAIR by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR DEFEAT AND VICTORY by WALLACE RICE FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE |