Of all the fair maidens willing, unwilling
to be in love with god of the Sun infatuating,
Her love was alone, all alone, by herself,
So she kept all her passions to herself.
Pining away with her welkin eyes so lovely,
She followed his ray of light across the sky.
In her maiden fancy so true blue, so fulsome,
She flowered into a radiant golden blossom,
From dawn to dusk till he vanished soon
Beneath the ever visiting Moon.
A Cat in the Mirror 