Breakfast
Mary Lamb
1764 to 1847
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A dinner party, coffee, tea,
Sandwich, or supper, all ______ be
In their way pleasant. But to me
Not ______ of these deserves the praise
That welcomer of new-born days,
A breakfast, merits; ever giving
Cheerful notice we are ______
Another day refreshed by sleep,
When its festival we keep.
Now although I would not slight
Those kindly words ______ use ‘Good night’,
Yet parting words are words of sorrow,
And may not vie with sweet ‘Good Morrow’,
With ______ again our friends we greet,
When in the breakfast-room ______ meet,
At the social table round,
Listening to the ______ sound
Of those notes which never tire,
Of urn, ______ kettle on the fire.
Sleepy Robert never hears
Or urn, or kettle; he appears
When all have finished, one ______ one
Dropping off, and breakfast done.
Yet has he ______ his own pleasure,
His breakfast hour’s his hour of leisure;
And, left alone, he reads or muses,
Or else ______ idle mood he uses
To sit and watch the ______ fly,
Where the sugar’s piled high,
Clambering o’er the ______ so white,
Rocky cliffs of sweet delight.