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.

Editor’s note: Wallace Stevens is a poet known for his unique symbolism.  The speaker in this poem is addressing Tea, the “you” in this poem.  You can read an interpretation of the poem here.