Oh great receptacle of iron cast.
That within its warmed contents,
I enjoy a sweet repast,
Of solitude.
And at the day's end,
Wash away the bitter stresses,
And send,
Them into purgatory.
For who could resist,
The water's sweetest tinkling,
As it kissed,
The enamelled edge.
Or the velvet tenderness,
As it caressed my weary flesh.
For me, such feelings of happiness,
As those,
Are not so often expressed,
in Prose.
Yet my tub and I shall thus sojourn,
Through pleasant evenings of our life.
Once I have left, and clothing donned,
Will yearn,
To be within its soft embrace,
Again.
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