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Through long nursery nights he stood / By my bed unwearying, / Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, / Purring in my haunted ear / That same hideous nightmare thing, / Talking, as he lapped my blood, / In a voice cruel and flat, / Saying for ever, "Cat! . Cat! . Cat! ."
That one word was all he said, / That one word through all my sleep, / In monotonous mock despair. / Nonsense may be light as air, / But there's Nonsense that can keep / Horror bristling round the head, / When a voice cruel and flat / Says for ever, "Cat! . Cat! . Cat! ."