THOUGH PREJUDICE perhaps my mind befogs, I think I know no finer things than dogs: The young ones, they of gay and bounding heart, Who lure us in their games to take a part, Who with mock tragedy their antics cloak And, from their wild eyes' tail, admit the joke; The old ones, with their wistful, fading eyes, They who desire no further paradise Than the warm comfort of our smile and hand, Who tune their moods to ours and understand Each word and gesture; they who lie and wait To welcome us -- with no rebuke if late. Sublime the love they bear; but ask to live Close to our feet, unrecompensed to give; Beside which many men seem very logs -- I think I know no finer things than dogs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PICKET-GUARD [NOVEMBER, 1861] by ETHEL LYNN BEERS THE PHANTOM KISS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PHILOMELA: PHILOMELA'S ODE [THAT SHE SANG IN HER ARBOR] by ROBERT GREENE THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY ADDRESS TO A CHILD DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH THOREAU by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 2. DEATH OF ALTHEETOR by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS EPITAPH ON MR. TURNER OF ST. MARY-HALL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |