THE dog was there, outside her door, She gave it food and drink, She gave it shelter from the cold: It was the night young Molly robbed An old fool of his gold. "Molly," I said, "you'll go to hell -- " And yet I half believed That ugly, famished, tottering cur Would bark outside the gates of Heaven, To open them for Her! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GONE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A PETITION TO TIME by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER AMONG THE REDWOODS by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |