“While, like a Tyger, she pursued
“Undauntedly the pilf’ring race;
“I see her lovely whisker’d face
“When she her nimble prey subdued!
“And then, how she would frisk, and play,
“And purr the Evening hours away:
“Now stretch’d beside the social fire;
“Now on the sunny lawn, at noon,
“Watching the vagrant Birds that flew,
“Across the scene of varied hue,