Her conscious tail her joy declar'd : The velvet of her paws, Her coat, that with the tortoise vies, Still had the gaz'd; but 'midft the tide The Genii of the ftream: Their fcaly armour's Tyrian hue Thro' richest purple to the view Betray'd a golden gleam. The hapless Nymph with wonder faw, A whisker firft, and then a claw, With With many an ardent wish, She ftretch'd in vain to reach the prize; What Cat's averfe to fish! 1 Prefumptuous Maid! with looks intent Nor knew the gulf between. Eight times emerging from the flood. No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd : A Fav'rite has no friend! From |