Recovering what we lost we know not how,
The faculties that seemed reduced to naught,
Expression, and the privilege of thought.
THE COLUBRIAD
Close by the threshold of a door nailed fast,
Three kittens sat; each kitten looked aghast.
I, passing swift and inattentive by,
At the three kittens cast a careless eye;
Not much concerned to know what they did there;
Not deeming kittens worth a poet’s care.