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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY PIPE IS OUT, by HERBERT MULLER HOPKINS
First Line: My pipe is out; the hour is late
Last Line: My pipe is out.
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes
First Line: My pipe is out; the hour is late
Last Line: My pipe is out.
Subject(s): Smoking; Tobacco; Pipes; Cigars; Cigarettes
MY pipe is out; the hour is late,
And sitting lonely by the grate
Sweet thoughts that led their circling train
In puffs cerulean 'round my brain
Have flown, and left me to my fate.
No more the form of lovely Kate
Floats in the smoke-rings I create;
And this the cause of all my pain,
My pipe is out.
How can my pen the woes relate
That on these happy moments wait?
With eager eyes I look again
Within my empty pouch, -- in vain!
So I must cease to meditate,
My pipe is out.
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