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...MARIA WENTWORTH by THOMAS CAREW THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS ONCE IN A WAY by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM |