While ticks the clock unseen on mantel high.
The black cat holds the cosiest chimney-nook,
Straight in the blaze his gold-stone eyeballs look,
And children four do pay him flattering court.
The baby brings to him its picture-book,
And shows the way to build a castled fort.
The black cat shares, indeed, their every thought and sport.
II
The black cat came to us a twelvemonth since;
The black cat is a stranger with us yet;