English poem

TO OUR LADY NICOTINE

by John Cecil Clay (1875–1930)

Here's to Lady Nicotine! Saint and Sorceress and Queen! Saint, whose purple halo rings Lift our eyes from earthly things; Witch, whose wand of scented briar Transmutes dead weeds to fragrant fire; Queen, whose rod her slaves adore! What can freedom offer more?

More by John Cecil Clay

THE FLOOR
TO LIBERTY
To Music
TO NEPTUNE
To Our Readers
TO THE CLOCK
To the Creditor
TO THE PUBLISHER

All 13 poems by John Cecil Clay