The Old Road to Paradise/Tea
TEA
They've flowers and cakes and candle-light, And chair by crowded chair, And I am very sweet and kind, Because I do not care . . . I think that I am hoping still If I am very good And talk to these around me As a courteous lady should The room will softly split across And roll to left and right With all its smiling pasteboard folks And colored things and light And let me run into the grass And climb a sunset hill, And find three hours one year ago, When I was living still.