I The sulky old gray brute! But when the sunset strokes him, Or twilight shadows coax him, He gets so silver-milky, He turns so soft and silky, He'd make a water-spaniel for King Knut. II This sea was Lazarus, all day At Dives' gate he lay, And lapped the crumbs. Night comes; The beggar dies -- Forthwith the Channel, coast to coast, Is Abraham's bosom; and the beggar lies A lovely ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE HINDOO FUNERAL SONG by EDWIN ARNOLD CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN ARTIST by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK THE WOUNDED VULTURE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA |