Camomile Tea
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.
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"Under the kitchen-table leg
My knee is pressing against his knee. "
50 tuo^?i vo*'i arthritic ma` pressing knee kiu? na^`y thi` .... nhu*'c nho'i ((-:
Hihi, 50 thì khe khẽ thôi chứ Núi :)
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