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THE CAT<br />
On a Cat, Killed as she was Robbing a<br />
Dove-Cote<br />
Poor Puss is gone ! —<br />
'tis Fate's decree,<br />
Yet I must still her loss deplore<br />
For dearer than a child was she,<br />
And ne'er shall I behold her more.<br />
With many a sad, presaging tear,<br />
This morn I saw her steal away,<br />
While she slipped off without a fear,<br />
Except that she should miss her prey.<br />
I saw her to <strong>the</strong> dove-house climb,<br />
With cautious feet and slow she stept,<br />
Resolved to balance loss of time<br />
By eating faster than she crept.<br />
Her subtle foes were on <strong>the</strong> watch,<br />
And marked her course, with fury fraught;<br />
And while she hoped <strong>the</strong> birds to <strong>cat</strong>ch,<br />
An arrow's point <strong>the</strong> huntress caught.<br />
In fancy she had slain <strong>the</strong>m all,<br />
And drunk <strong>the</strong>ir blood and sucked <strong>the</strong>ir breath;<br />
Alas ! she only got a fall,<br />
And only drank <strong>the</strong> draught of death.<br />
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