The sandy cat by the Farmer's chair Mews at his knee for dainty fare; Old Rover in his moss-greened house Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse. In the dewy fields the cattle lie Chewing the cud 'neath a fading sky; Dobbin at manger pulls his hay: Gone is another summer's day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY by WALT WHITMAN DEJECTION by GRACE E. ALBRIGHT MORE WALKS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT JIM'S WHIP by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |