Chapter 1848 of 1964 · 53 words · ~1 min read

XX.

As Juan mused on Mutability, Or on his Mistress--terms synonymous-- No sound except the echo of his sigh Or step ran sadly through that antique house; When suddenly he heard, or thought so, nigh, A supernatural agent--or a mouse, Whose little nibbling rustle will embarrass Most people as it plays along the arras.