Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a stretch and strutter,

In there stepped a stately kittem of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, walked across my bedroom floor—

Laid inside the smallest boxshape, there upon my bedroom floor—

        laid and napped, and nothing more