IN the grey wilderness -- a dog! Where are his friends -- the scents he knew? Who owned him, fed him, as he grew From pup to shadow lost in fog? His little world has thinned away; He runs -- a phantom; Fate will drive Him up street, down street, all the day And then at night no shelter give. The trail is vapoured, gone the sense Of human refuge; run and run, 'Tis all he can, not knowing where Or whither -- run, and sniff, and shun! In the grey wilderness -- a ghost, A thin, brown, helpless ghost astray! Can no one stay him, show the way To home, chase out that look: 'I'm lost!'? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IMPOSSIBLE INDISPENSIBILITY OF THE ARS POETICA by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848 by MATTHEW ARNOLD RELIEVING GUARD by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FOUNTAIN OF PITY by HENRY BATAILLE |