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...WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ONE WAY OF LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING TO MY MERE ENGLISH CENSURER by BEN JONSON THE LAY OF THE LOVELORN; PARODY OF TENNYSON'S 'LOCKSLEY HALL' by THEODORE MARTIN THE PROPHECY OF SAMUEL SEWALL by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |