Hong Kong Chow is dead, his loving heart hath ceased to beat, No more in answer to our call will come his pattering feet. With him great love hath died within that silent breast, We mourn: no bark or whine disturbs our grief—he is at rest. We never more shall hear his call to let him in or out, Without the door he doth not wait to follow us about. No longer in our daily life will he have place or part, In memory only doth he live enshrined within our heart. We miss him, we are lonely, for him our tears will fall, For Hong is gone forever, he is now beyond our call. No longer will he follow on the trails along the shore, In loved Paownyc he doth sleep, at rest forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG FIRST BY A SHEPHERD by WILLIAM BLAKE BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE CAPTAIN; A LEGEND OF THE NAVY by ALFRED TENNYSON WEDDED (PROVENCAL AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPIGRAM by FRANCOIS GUILLAUME JEAN STANISLAS ANDRIEUX SHRODON FEAR: THE REST O'T by WILLIAM BARNES |