Tea

When the elephant’s-ear in the park
Shrivelled in frost,
And the leaves on the paths
Ran like rats,
Your lamp light fell
On shining pillows,
Of sea-shades and sky-shades
Like umbrellas in Java.

Wallace Stevens

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