Thomas Gray
Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Gold Fishes
Twas on a lofty vases side, | ||
Where Chinas gayest art had dyed | ||
The azure flowers that blow; | ||
Demurest of the tabby kind, | ||
5 | The pensive Selima reclined, | |
Gazed on the lake below. | ||
Her conscious tail her joy declared; | ||
The fair round face, the snowy beard, | ||
The velvet of her paws, | ||
10 | Her coat that with the tortoise vies, | |
Her ears of jet and emerald eyes, | ||
She saw; and purred applause. | ||
Still had she gazed; but midst the tide | ||
Two angel forms were seen to glide, | ||
15 | The genii of the stream: | |
Their scaly armours Tyrian hue | ||
Through richest purple to the view | ||
Betrayed a golden gleam. | ||
The hapless nymph with wonder saw: | ||
20 | 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 cats averse to fish? | ||
25 | 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, | ||
30 | She tumbled headlong in. | |
Eight times emerging from the flood | ||
She mewed to every watry god, | ||
Some speedy aid to send. | ||
No dolphin came, no Nereid stirred: | ||
35 | Nor cruel Tom nor Susan heard. | |
A favourite has no friend! | ||
From hence, ye beauties, undeceived, | ||
Know, one false step is neer retrieved, | ||
And be with caution bold. | ||
40 | Not all that tempts your wandering eyes | |
And heedless hearts is lawful prize; | ||
Nor all that glisters gold. |
First published 1748
Robert Clark