The Retired Cat

William Cowper 1731 (Berkhamsted) – 1800 (Dereham)



A poet's cat, sedate and grave
   As poet well could wish to have,
   Was much addicted to inquire
   For nooks to which she might retire,
   And where, secure as mouse in chink,
   She might repose, or sit and think.
   I know not where she caught the trick--
   Nature perhaps herself had cast her
   In such a mould [lang f]philosophique[lang e],
  Or else she learn'd it of her master.
  Sometimes ascending, debonair,
  An apple-tree or lofty pear,
  Lodg'd with convenience in the fork,
  She watch'd the gardener at his work;
  Sometimes her ease and solace sought
  In an old empty wat'ring-pot;
  There, wanting nothing save a fan
  To seem some nymph in her sedan,
  Apparell'd in exactest sort,
  And ready to be borne to court.

      But love of change, it seems, has place
  Not only in our wiser race;
  Cats also feel, as well as we,
  That passion's force, and so did she.
  Her climbing, she began to find,
  Expos'd her too much to the wind,
  And the old utensil of tin
  Was cold and comfortless within:
  She therefore wish'd instead of those
  Some place of more serene repose,
  Where neither cold might come, nor air
  Too rudely wanton with her hair,
  And sought it in the likeliest mode
  Within her master's snug abode.

      A drawer, it chanc'd, at bottom lin'd
  With linen of the softest kind,
  With such as merchants introduce
  From India, for the ladies' use--
  A drawer impending o'er the rest,
  Half-open in the topmost chest,
  Of depth enough, and none to spare,
  Invited her to slumber there;
  Puss with delight beyond expression
  Survey'd the scene, and took possession.
  Recumbent at her ease ere long,
  And lull'd by her own humdrum song,
  She left the cares of life behind,
  And slept as she would sleep her last,
  When in came, housewifely inclin'd
  The chambermaid, and shut it fast;
  By no malignity impell'd,
  But all unconscious whom it held.

      Awaken'd by the shock, cried Puss,
  "Was ever cat attended thus!
  The open drawer was left, I see,
  Merely to prove a nest for me.
  For soon as I was well compos'd,
  Then came the maid, and it was clos'd.
  How smooth these kerchiefs, and how sweet!
   Oh, what a delicate retreat!
  I will resign myself to rest
  Till Sol, declining in the west,
  Shall call to supper, when, no doubt,
  Susan will come and let me out."

      The evening came, the sun descended,
  And puss remain'd still unattended.
  The night roll'd tardily away
  (With her indeed 'twas never day),
  The sprightly morn her course renew'd,
      The evening gray again ensued,
  And puss came into mind no more
  Than if entomb'd the day before.
  With hunger pinch'd, and pinch'd for room,
  She now presag'd approaching doom,
  Nor slept a single wink, or purr'd,
  Conscious of jeopardy incurr'd.

      That night, by chance, the poet watching
  Heard an inexplicable scratching;
  His noble heart went pit-a-pat
  And to himself he said, "What's that?"
  He drew the curtain at his side,
  And forth he peep'd, but nothing spied;
  Yet, by his ear directed, guess'd
  Something imprison'd in the chest,
  And, doubtful what, with prudent care
  Resolv'd it should continue there.
  At length a voice which well he knew,
  A long and melancholy mew,
  Saluting his poetic ears,
  Consol'd him, and dispell'd his fears:
  He left his bed, he trod the floor,
  He 'gan in haste the drawers explore,
  The lowest first, and without stop
  The rest in order to the top;
  For 'tis a truth well known to most,
  That whatsoever thing is lost,
  We seek it, ere it come to light,
  In ev'ry cranny but the right.
  Forth skipp'd the cat, not now replete
 As erst with airy self-conceit,
 Nor in her own fond apprehension
 A theme for all the world's attention,
 But modest, sober, cured of all
 Her notions hyperbolical,
 And wishing for a place of rest
 Anything rather than a chest.
 Then stepp'd the poet into bed,
 With this reflection in his head:MORAL

    Beware of too sublime a sense
   Of your own worth and consequence.
   The man who dreams himself so great,
   And his importance of such weight,
   That all around in all that's done
   Must move and act for him alone,
   Will learn in school of tribulation
   The folly of his expectation.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

Modified on April 27, 2023

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Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 20, 14, 18, 12, 12, 32, 8

William Cowper

William Macquarie Cowper was an Australian Anglican archdeacon and Dean of Sydney. more…

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