Comfort

As I mused by the hearthside,

Puss said to me;

"there burns the fire , man,

and here sit we.

Four walls around us

against the cold air;

and the latch drawn close

to the draughty stair.

A roof o'er our heads

star-proof, moon immune,

and a wind in the chimney

to wail us a tune."

"What felicity!" miaowed he,

"where none may intrude;

just man and beast- met

in this solitude!"

"Dear God, what security,

comfort and bliss!

and to think, too what ages

have brought us to this!"

"You in your sheep's' wool coat,

buttons of bone,

and me in my fur-about

on the warm hearthstone"