'Twas on a lofty vase's side,
 Where China's gayest art had dyed
   The azure flowers that blow;
 Demurest of the tabby kind,
 The pensive Selima reclined,
   Gazed on the lake below.

  Her conscious tail her joy declared;
 The fair round face, the snowy beard,
   The velvet of her paws,
 Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
 Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
   She saw; and purr'd applause.

  Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
 Two angel forms were seen to glide,
   The Genii of the stream:
 Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
 Thro' richest purple to the view
   Betray'd a golden gleam.

  The hapless Nymph with wonder saw:
 A whisker first and then a claw,
   With many an ardent wish,
 She stretch'd in vain to reach the prize.
 What female heart can gold despise?
  What Cat's averse to fish?

  Presumptuous Maid! with looks intent
 Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
   Nor knew the gulf between.
 (Malignant Fate sat by, and smiled.)
 The slipp'ry verge her feet beguiled,
   She tumbled headlong in.

  Eight times emerging from the flood
 She mew'd to ev'ry wat'ry god,
   Some speedy aid to send.
 No Dolphin came, no Nereid stirr'd:
 Nor cruel Tom, nor Susan heard.
   A Fav'rite has no friend!

  From hence, ye Beauties, undeceived,
 Know, one false step is ne'er retrieved,
   And be with caution bold.
 Not all that tempts your wand'ring eyes
 And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
    Nor all that glisters, gold.