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...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE IDEAL by KATHARINE LEE BATES TO THE AUTHOR OF TEUCHSA GRONDIE by LEVI BISHOP THE BOOKS I OUGHT TO READ by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE WODDSY ONES by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN EASTER BRIDAL SONG by ALICE CARY TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ. IN REPLY TO HIS SOLICITATION by WILLIAM COWPER |