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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORRY, by MARGARET H. HAY
First Line: Worry is a fretful little dog
Last Line: Until my wits, as water, run together.
Subject(s): Worry
First Line: Worry is a fretful little dog
Last Line: Until my wits, as water, run together.
Subject(s): Worry
Worry is a fretful little dog
Barking -- ever barking -- at my door --
Gnawing at the mat upon the floor,
Howling in the evening when the fog
Comes swirling from the fen -- and every frog
And katydid chants vespers -- on the moor
The fireflies blink their lanterns.
I am poor:
I mend the broken pane; I stir the log;
I've naught to light me when the night is black;
My hands are red with blowing in cold weather;
Winds make sport of my crazy shack: --
And still a little dog will break his tether
Scratch my door and whine into the crack
Until my wits, as water, run together.
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