User:Rats

I'm glad you dropped in. Won't you stay for Tea?

Tea

When the elephant's-ear in the park
Shrivelled in frost,
And the leaves on the paths
Ran like rats,
Your lamp-light fell
On shining pillows,
Of sea-shades and sky-shades
Like umbrellas in Java.

A poem by Wallace Stevens. It's from Harmonium, which is one of my projects here. I have also contributed to many commentaries on individual poems.