Made with

Camomile Tea

  • Contest: Love Poetry
  • Author: Katherine Mansfield
  • Outside the sky is light with stars;
    There’s a hollow roaring from the sea.
    And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
    The wind is shaking the almond tree.

    How little I thought, a year ago,
    In the horrible cottage upon the Lee
    That he and I should be sitting so
    And sipping a cup of camomile tea.

    Light as feathers the witches fly,
    The horn of the moon is plain to see;
    By a firefly under a jonquil flower
    A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

    We might be fifty, we might be five,
    So snug, so compact, so wise are we!
    Under the kitchen-table leg
    My knee is pressing against his knee.
  • Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,
    The tap is dripping peacefully;
    The saucepan shadows on the wall
    Are black and round and plain to see.