To Flush, My Dog
Loving friend, t of one
rue faith has run
ture,
Be my benediction said
ithy head,
Gentle felloure!
Like a ladys ringlets brown,
Flohy silken ears adown
Either side demurely
Of ted breast
S from all t
Of thy body purely.
Darkly brohy body is,
till triking this
Alcs dullness,
he sleek curls manifold
Flaso gold
ith a burnished fulness.
Underneatroking hand,
Startled eyes of hazel bland
Kindling, growing larger,
Up t h a spring,
Full of prank and curveting,
Leaping like a charger.
Leap! tail ,
Leap! t are bright,
Canopied in fringes;
Leap! tasselled ears of thine
Flicker strangely, fair and fine
Doheir golden inches
Yet, my pretty, sportive friend,
Little ist to such an end
t I praise thy rareness;
Othy peers
hese drooping ears
And this glossy fairness.
But of t shall be said,
tched beside a bed
Day and night unweary,
atcained room
he gloom
Round the sick and dreary.
Roses, gathered for a vase,
In t chamber died apace,
Beam and breeze resigning;
ted on,
Kno w is gone
Love remains for shining.
Othymy dew
tracked through
Sunny moor or meadow;
t and crept
Next a languid c slept,
She shadow.
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