I HAVE no dog, but it must be Somewhere there's one belongs to me -- A little chap with wagging tail, And dark brown eyes that never quail, But look you through, and through, and through, With love unspeakable and true. Somewhere it must be, I opine, There is a little dog of mine With cold black nose that sniffs around In search of what things may be found In pocket or some nook hard by Where I have hid them from his eye. Somewhere my doggie pulls and tugs The fringes of rebellious rugs, Or with the mischief of the pup Chews all my shoes and slippers up, And when he's done it to the core, With eyes all eager, pleads for more. Somewhere upon his hinder legs My little doggie sits and begs, And in a wistful minor tone Pleads for the pleasures of the bone -- I pray it be his owner's whim To yield, and grant the same to him. Somewhere a little dog doth wait; It may be by some garden gate. With eyes alert and tail attent -- You know the kind of tail that's meant -- With stores of yelps of glad delight To bid me welcome home at night. Somewhere a little dog is seen, His nose two shaggy paws between, Flat on his stomach, one eye shut Held fast in dreamy slumber, but The other open, ready for His master coming through the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH THE WHITE COMRADE (AFTER W.H. LEATHAM'S 'THE COMRADE IN WHIRE') by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER THE PRINCESS: [BUGLE] SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON NIGHT WATCHERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET OLIVER'S ADVICE by WILLIAM BLACKER THE SUMMER-TIME THAT WAS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: 'CARPE DIEM' by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |