My dog lies dead and buried here, My little Pet for five sweet years. As I stand here, beside her grave, With eyes gone dim, and blind with tears – I see it rising up and down, As though she lay in a sleeping-gown. Forgive me, Pet, that half these tears, Which make my eyes go dim and blind, Should come from thoughts of love betrayed, When I had trust in my own kind: And Christ forgive this living breath That links such lives with my dog's death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PHYLLIDA AND CORYDON by NICHOLAS BRETON THE OLD WOMAN by JOSEPH CAMPBELL MADRIGAL by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY TO THE RIVER CHARLES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW IN THE LAND WHERE WE WERE DREAMING by DANIEL BEDINGER LUCAS NOT TO BE MINISTERED TO by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK |