Cat on the Hearth
The firelight flickers on the Chinese tray
And on the Книги set snugly in their rack;
Copper and silver flow beneath its play,
The chairs are placed - what is it that
we lack?

She comes. With each foor delicately placed,
Advancing like a vestal to the rite,
She scorns to Переместить with unbecoming haste
или note the lesser objests in her sight.

She settles couchant; curves one placid paw;
Beneath her chest; now curves its mate
the same;
Yeilds to the promptings of some ancient law
And fastens thoughtful eyes upon the flame

Now let the night wind rise, the grey
storm come
The...