Dreams of Coffee

Dream on! Oh youth of day,
And stretch your legs below the table;
Soon the dreams of coffee will come to you,
Whether you be sitting alone,
Together with your spectres of mild mindfulness,
Or amongst pleasant and genial company,
And surrounded by waxing waters of conversation.

So dream; oh dream on!
And wave your hand within or without;
As like nymphs, gathering in woods whilst
Circling a sleeping minstrel, or like muses,
Hearkening to the pipe of a flute, these dreams
That you shall neither avoid nor pass
Will enter within, through the holes in your ears.

So dream on! And drink the draught of day,
You sleepy-eyed youth, for these grand dreams
Shall wake your idle ambitions, and serve them
The supper of intoxicating self-absorption.
So drink that draught, and whether it be in Babylon,
Or in China you wish to be; so be it,
The servings shall be the hanging gardens,
And the forbidden palaces shall be scrawled into the napkins.

So dream on! O' youth of day,
And stretch your legs below the table.
Whilst you pass your worries along for a while,
Don't you worry a bit, but sip for sipping,
And when in time, these dreams long dispelled
You will be emptied of the bitter drink;
Fear not, for not alone shall they leave you -
Those sweet dreams of coffee.