Classic Poem

A Lover's Fancy

That hand that any sculptor
Would for a model take,
If he a fingered Juno
Should e'er set out to make;

That hand whose simplest gesture
Might bend the hearts of men,
Drive to despair a lover,
Or thrill with life again;

That hand that, were she royal,
Might grandest sceptre hold,
And that to touch or kiss it
Were worth a kingdom's gold, —

That hand, with soft caressing,
Now lies on pussy's head.
Oh, would that puss were human,
And I were puss instead!