ode to (a venti no-whip) hot chocolate

when Work is drab, and Brain is dumb;
when Sun is grey, and Sidewalk's glum;
when Spring's astray, and Jays are few;
when Music's dim, and Sight's askew;
when Foot's asleep, and Nothing's new...
i thank the stars that i have You!

and now back to translating...