CRIB, on your grave beneath the chestnut boughs To-day no fragrance falls nor summer air, Only a master's love who laid you there Perchance may warm the earth 'neath which you drowse In dreams from which no dinner gong may rouse, Unwakeable, though close the rat may dare, Deaf, though the rabbit thump in playful scare, Silent, though twenty tabbies pay their vows. And yet, mayhap, some night when shadows pass, And from the fir the brown owl hoots on high, That should one whistle 'neath a favouring star Your small white shade shall patter o'er the grass, Questing for him you loved o' days gone by, Ere Death the Dog-Thief carried you afar! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY THE STIRRUP-CUP by SIDNEY LANIER THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 101 by OMAR KHAYYAM |