AT morning's call The small-voiced pug dog welcomes in the sun, And flea-bit mongrels wakening one by one, Give answer all. When evening dim Draws rounds us, then the lovely caterwaul, Tart solo, sour duet and general squall, These are our hymn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG LAUNDRYMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THRENODY by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE ALTAR STONE by RICHARD ALEXANDER THE GRAVE OF COLUMBUS by JOANNA BAILLIE SPRING PLOWING by RUTH E. BILLEY |