I don't just
want
to start—sipping comfortably
a new white cup
of steam-
hot and bold-
blooming
black tea—I also
(simultaneously)
long to feel
at the bottom
of it all—that same ardor
that first fills
up such
a vessel initially.
But how strange—
and how
tough! and unusual—don't you
agree?—to drain
down the last
bitter—and lukewarm
drop of the
drink
just as eager-
(not
to mention grate-)
fully!
