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