DEAR little bundle of fluff and fun, Of silver and shaded tan, Now looking so solemn and quiet and wise, Peering out thro' the fringe that lies In tangled curls o'er the owlish eyes, That ponder the ways of man. A tiny terror of growls and bark, Teeth in a German set, That once was a slipper warm and fine, Tho' guiltless now of shape or shine; Your foe, dear Vi, was a friend of mine Ere you and I had met. Playing and sleeping or chasing the cats Make up your little day; Yet you in your doggie heart are blest With a virtue rarely by Man possessed, Tho' always claimed and loud professed By friends of finer clay. There is Faith in your eyes, my little friend, Faith—not an empty name; A lesson for me and the world to learn, Faith that will neither fail or turn With the veering crowd, but stedfast burn A calm and lovely flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUT NOT TO ME by SARA TEASDALE THE LAKE (VERSION 2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE MAUDE CLARE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE GENERAL by SIEGFRIED SASSOON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD LILIES: 23. FINALLY ALONE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |