7O POETRY OF SMOKE. 



To build my castle? in the air 

 With wreaths of wav'ring smoke. 



And so farewell, a long farewell 



Until the wedding's o'er, 

 And then I'll go on smoking thee, 

 Just as I did before. 



EDMUND DAY, 

 In the Dramatic Mirror. 



I LIKE cigars 

 Beneath the stars, 



Upon the waters blue. 

 To laugh and float 

 While rocks the boat 



Upon the waves don't you t 



To rest the oar 

 And float to shore, 



While soft the moonbeams shine, 

 To laugh and joke 

 And idly smoke, 



I think is quite divine. 



ELLA WHEELER WILCOX. 



