Classic Poem

I dwell on a peak that's as far as a star
From the fret and the fume of the town,
And there's never a thing to disturb my repose
As I gaze from the heights looking down.

I've a silent companion, a cat that has sat
At my window through rose-time and rain,
And the dawn breathes a song and the dusk wings a dream
And the wind blows a mellow refrain.

Oh! a fig for the life of a king on a string,
See my cat — how's she comfortably curled;
She's the symbol of tranquil and blissful content —
I'm the happiest man in the world!