For three whole days I and my cat Have come up here, and patiently sat — We sit and wait on silent Time; He for a mouse that scratched close by, At a hole where he sets his eye — And I for some music and rhyme. Is this the Poet's secret, that He waits in patience, like this cat, To start a dream from under cover? A cat's example, too, in love, With Passion's every trick and move, Would burn up any human lover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MITHRIDATES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 27 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 1. E.P. ODE POUR L'ELECTION DE SON SEPULCHRE by EZRA POUND SUMMER SUN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |