Here with my treasured Three I sit, Here in my little house of joy, Sharing one fire, and on one mat: My wife and my dog, Beauty Boy, And my black Venus of a cat. But while they sleep I sit and think: Will Death take my black Venus first; Shall I be first, or Beauty Boy, Or Dinah, whom I love the most -- To leave this little house of joy? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO TRANQUILLITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE by JOHN DONNE OF MONEY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID by ROBERT HENRYSON STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES |