When I returned at sunset,
The serving-maid was singing softly
Under the dark stairs, and in the house
Twilight had entered like a moon-ray.
When the tea is brought at five o'clock,
And all the neat curtains are drawn with care,
The little black cat with bright green eyes
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?
Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?
Give them me.
You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
Asking for that expected walk,
(Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)
What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going :
A bird can carry all the sky