He often came and stood outside my door And gazed at me with puzzled, wondering eyes, Like those of humankind by grief made wise -- Who feel that life has little left in store. And yet, he never looked unkempt and poor As if he deemed a meaty bone a prize; Instead, it seemed he wore a human guise As though the heart of man he would explore. Then one night on the street he followed me Persistently, until I turned and said Sharp, angry words, which made him quickly flee -- His spirit wounded and uncomforted, And now at last I think I comprehend: He only craved an understanding friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY by JOSIE R. HUNT LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: PELLEAS AND ETTARRE by ALFRED TENNYSON COMMUNION by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH THE GYPSIES [OR, GIPSIES] by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THIS STORY MORALIZED by WILLIAM BASSE |