There's a cup in here, my love
Filled with coffee, a secret brand
I poured my sugar, sweet enough
Then mixed with cream I have at hand

Here's the coffee now, my dear
Sip with love while it is hot
Feel the creamier blend like us
Hug and kiss are desserts you've got!

Banishing darkness
Spreading light over the land
Golden glow supreme

I broke the spell that held me long,
The dear, dear witchery of song.
I said, the poet's idle lore
Shall waste my prime of years no more,
For Poetry, though heavenly born,
Consorts with poverty and scorn.

I broke the spell--nor deemed its power
Could fetter me another hour.
Ah, thoughtless! how could I forget
Its causes were around me yet?
For wheresoe'er I looked, the while,
Was nature's everlasting smile.

Still came and lingered on my sight
Of flowers and streams the bloom and light,
And glory of the stars and sun;--
And these and poetry are one.
They, ere the world had held me long,
Recalled me to the love of song.

Your heart has empty corners;
You'll never know I'm there.
I just need a place
to rest my weary bones.