I. A Cat Is Strolling Through My Mind Acting As Though He Owned The Place, A Lovely Cat-Strong, Charming, Sweet. When He Meows, One Scarcely Hears, So Tender And Discreet His Tone; But Whether He Should Growl Or Purr His Voice Is Always Rich And Deep. That Is The Secret Of His Charm. This Purling Voice That Filters Down Into My Darkest Depths Of Soul Fulfils Me Like A Balanced Verse, Delights Me As A Potion Would. It Puts To Sleep The Cruellest Ills And Keeps A Rein On Ecstasies Without The Need For Any Words It Can Pronounce The Longest Phrase. Oh No, There Is No Bow That Draws Across My Heart, Fine Instrument, And Makes To Sing So Royally The Strongest And The Purest Chord, More Than Your Voice, Mysterious Cat, Exotic Cat, Seraphic Cat, In Whom All Is, Angelically, As Subtle As Harmonious. Ii. From His Soft Fur, Golden And Brown, Goes Out So Sweet A Scent, One Night I Might Have Been Embalmed In It By Giving Him One Little Pet. He Is My Household'S Guardian Soul; He Judges, He Presides, Inspires All Matters In His Royal Realm; Might He Be Fairy? Or A God? When My Eyes, To This Cat I Love Drawn As By A Magnet'S Force, Turn Tamely Back From That Appeal, And When I Look Within Myself, I Notice With Astonishment The Fire Of His Opal Eyes, Clear Beacons Glowing, Living Jewels, Taking My Measure, Steadily.