136 THE FIRESIDE SPHINX 



Demurest of the tabby kind, 



The pensive Selima reclined, 



Gazed on the lake below. 



&quot; Her conscious tail her joy declared ; 

 The fair round face, the snowy beard, 



The velvet of her paws, 

 Her coat that with the tortoise vies, 

 Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes, 

 She saw, and purred applause. 



&quot; Still had she gazed, but midst the tide 

 Two angel forms were seen to glide, 



The Genii of the stream : 

 Their scaly armour s Tyrian hue, 

 Through richest purple, to the view 



Betrayed a golden gleam. 



&quot; The hapless Nymph with wonder saw : 

 A whisker first, and then a claw, 



With many an ardent wish, 

 She stretched in vain to reach the prize ; 

 What female heart can gold despise ? 



What Cat s averse to fish ? 



&quot; Presumptuous Maid ! with looks intent, 

 Again she stretched, again she bent, 



Nor knew the gulf between. 

 (Malignant Fate sat by and smiled :) 

 The slippery verge her feet beguiled, 



She tumbled headlong in. 



&quot; Eight times emerging from the flood, 

 She mewed to every watery God 

 Some speedy aid to send. 



