Conceits

I kitty’s laugh thy laugh’s a song an oriole trilled,   Romping in glee the sky,— Sunshine in lucent drops distilled,   And showered from on high. So perfect in his song thou art,   That when thy laughter rings I long to clasp thee to my heart,   Lest, too, thou have his wings! II KITTY’S “NO” Kit, the recording angel wrote   That cruel “no” you said, And smiled to think how in your throat   You choked a “yes” instead; Then sighed in envy of the look   That promised me your grace; And on the margin of his book   Limned in excuse your face.