The Retired Cat. Of depth enough, and none to spare, Puss with delight beyond expression And slept as she would sleep her last, But all unconscious whom it held. "Was ever cat attended thus? The open drawer was left, I see, Merely to prove a nest for me, For soon as I was well composed, Then came the maid, and it was closed. How smooth these 'kerchiefs, and how sweet! Oh, what a delicate retreat! I will resign myself to rest Till Sol, declining in the west, Shall call to supper, when, no doubt, The evening came, the sun descended, (With her indeed 'twas never day), The sprightly morn her course renewed, The evening gray again ensued, And puss came into mind no more Than if entombed the day before. With hunger pinched, and pinched for room She now presaged approaching doom, 77 Nor slept a single wink, or purred, That night, by chance, the poet watching, Heard an inexplicable scratching; His noble heart went pit-a-pat, And to himself he said-"What's that?" He drew the curtain at his side, And forth he peeped, but nothing spied. At length a voice which well he knew, Consoled him and dispelled his fears: For 'tis a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right. Forth skipped the cat, not now replete The Kitten and the Falling Leaves. MORAL. Beware of too sublime a sense Of your own worth and consequence : The folly of his expectation. COWPER. THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING LEAVES. (HAT way look, my infant, lo! What a pretty baby show! See the kitten on the wall Sporting with the leaves that fall, From the lofty elder tree! Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning bright and fair, Every little leaf conveyed In his wavering parachute. -But the kitten how she starts, 79 Just as light and just as yellow; In her upward eye of fire! With a tiger-leap half way Now she meets the coming prey, Lets it go as fast and then Has it in her power again: Now she works with three or four, Like an Indian conjuror; Quick as he in feats of art, Far beyond in joy of heart. Were her antics played in the eye Clapping hands with shout and stare, For the plaudits of the crowd? Over happy to be proud, Over wealthy in the treasure 'Tis a pretty baby-treat; Chirp and song, and murmurings, The Kitten and the Falling Leaves. Multitudes are swept away, All have laid their mirth aside. Made such wanton spoil and rout, Hung with head towards the ground, Lithest, gaudiest harlequin ! Prettiest tumbler ever seen! Light of heart, and light of limb, What is now become of him? Lambs that through the mountains went Frisking, bleating merriment, When the year was in its prime, They are sobered by this time. If you look to vale or hill, 81 |