CXII.

And not in vain he listened;--Hush! what's that? I see--I see--Ah, no!--'t is not--yet 't is-- Ye powers! it is the--the--the--Pooh! the cat! The Devil may take that stealthy pace of his! So like a spiritual pit-a-pat, Or tiptoe of an amatory Miss, Gliding the first time to a _rendezvous_, And dreading the chaste echoes of her shoe.