My dog lies dead and buried here, My little Pet for five sweet years. As I stand here, beside her grave, With eyes gone dim, and blind with tears I see it rising up and down, As though she lay in a sleeping-gown. Forgive me, Pet, that half these tears, Which make my eyes go dim and blind, Should come from thoughts of love betrayed, When I had trust in my own kind: And Christ forgive this living breath That links such lives with my dog's death! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT DEAD by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE AGAMEMNON: WELCOME TO AGAMEMNON by AESCHYLUS SONG OF THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |