You All Day Long, Beside The Fire,
Retrace In Dreams Your Dark Desire,
And Mournfully, If I Raise
Your Languid Form To Pat Or Praise;
And so to sleep Again.
You Loved Me When The Fire Was Warm,
But, Now I Stretch A Foudling Arm,
You Eye Me And Depart.
Cold Eyes,Sleek Skin, And Velvet Paws,
You Win My Indolent Applause,
You Do Not Win My Heart
