My pretty cat to my heart I hold,
My heart ever warm to her;
Let me look thine eyes of agate and gold;
Thy claws keep sheathed in fur.

My finger strokes thy head, and thrills
Thy back that arches higher;
My touch with quivering rapture fills
Thy veins electric fire.

I dream of my love; her eyes like thine,
Profound and cold, sweet cat of mine,
My Soul dart-wounds fret.

A subtle air, a deadly sweet
Breathes round her, and from head to feet
Envelopes my brunette.