"Such coffee as in Poland you'll not find elsewhere: In a good house, in Poland, by old custom there, Making coffee's the task of one housemaid alone (As the coffee-maid known), who imports from the town, The best beans, or from trading barge buys them, and who Has her own secret ways of preparing the brew, Which as jet-black as coal is, and as amber limpid: Is as fragrant as mocca, and as honey viscid. It's well known that good coffee needs really good cream: In the country that's easy; the maid, at first beam, Sets the kettles, proceeds next to visit the dairies And there gathers the flower of cream; gently carries In a separate jug, to each cup freshly brought, So that each one is dressed in a separate coat."