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But I sing the bed, oh
lovely device,
Flower of Furniture,
Pearl without Price!
Wide may its praises be
spread.
For rugs they expect
you to walk about on,
And desks were invented
to work, no doubt, on,
But beds are things you
can just stretch out on.
I sing the bed!
But I sing the bed more
precious than these,
Excellent vessel of
comfort and ease
And rest that is better
than bread—
Dear to the heart when
the night is lowering,
Dear before dinner when
tempers are souring,
Dearest of all when the
morn is flowering.
I sing the bed!
So I sing the bed, by
day and by night
Luxury’s pinnacle, final
delight.
Shelter for spirit and
head,
For being born and, of
course, for dying in,
For reading and writing
and multiplying in,
For nodding and napping
and just for lying in,
I sing the bed.
From
Dissertation on Furniture by Phyllis McGinley
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