The fervent rake, the austere sage,
Both grow enamored, as years pass,
With cats' soft force in proud home's cage,
Like they, oft cold in sloth's morass.
With knowledge carnal and of book,
They seek the silent shadow's gloom,
Where Erebus their thralldom took
For messengers of coming doom.
And when asleep, their noblesse beams
As Sphinxes stretched in lonesome night,
Who seem to rest in endless dreams;
And magic sparks caress their spine,
And mystic pupils are gilded bright
With obscure hints of pelage fine.