In Poet's Land, my Lady dwells,
A land of idleness and ease
Of musing dreams and dreamy spells,
Of cloudless skies and swaying trees,
Through curling wreaths of smoke one sees
The pleasant spot by zephyrs fanned.
My cigarettes are but the keys
That ope the gate to Poet's Land.
[Decke in Athenoeum.
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