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    To Flush, My Dog

    by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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    (1844)

    Loving friend, the gift of one,
    Who, her own true faith, hath run,
    Through thy lower nature;
    Be my benediction said
    With my hand upon thy head,
    Gentle fellow-creature!

    Like a lady's ringlets brown,
    Flow thy silken ears adown
    Either side demurely,
    Of thy silver-suited breast
    Shining out from all the rest
    Of thy body purely.

    Darkly brown thy body is,
    Till the sunshine, striking this,
    Alchemize its dulness,--
    When the sleek curls manifold
    Flash all over into gold,
    With a burnished fulness.

    Underneath my stroking hand,
    Startled eyes of hazel bland
    Kindling, growing larger,--
    Up thou leapest with a spring,
    Full of prank and curvetting,
    Leaping like a charger.

    Leap! thy broad tail waves a light;
    Leap! thy slender feet are bright,
    Canopied in fringes.
    Leap--those tasselled ears of thine
    Flicker strangely, fair and fine,
    Down their golden inches

    Yet, my pretty sportive friend,
    Little is 't to such an end
    That I praise thy rareness!
    Other dogs may be thy peers
    Haply in these drooping ears,
    And this glossy fairness.

    But of thee it shall be said,
    This dog watched beside a bed
    Day and night unweary,--
    Watched within a curtained room,
    Where no sunbeam brake the gloom
    Round the sick and dreary.


    Roses, gathered for a vase,
    In that chamber died apace,
    Beam and breeze resigning--
    This dog only, waited on,
    Knowing that when light is gone,
    Love remains for shining.

    Other dogs in thymy dew
    Tracked the hares and followed through
    Sunny moor or meadow--
    This dog only, crept and crept
    Next a languid cheek that slept,
    Sharing in the shadow.

    Other dogs of loyal cheer
    Bounded at the whistle clear,
    Up the woodside hieing--
    This dog only, watched in reach
    Of a faintly uttered speech,
    Or a louder sighing.

    And if one or two quick tears
    Dropped upon his glossy ears,
    Or a sigh came double,--
    Up he sprang in eager haste,
    Fawning, fondling, breathing fast,
    In a tender trouble.

    And this dog was satisfied,
    If a pale thin hand would glide,
    Down his dewlaps sloping,--
    Which he pushed his nose within,
    After,--platforming his chin
    On the palm left open.

    This dog, if a friendly voice
    Call him now to blyther choice
    Than such chamber-keeping,
    'Come out!' praying from the door,--
    Presseth backward as before,
    Up against me leaping.

    Therefore to this dog will I,
    Tenderly not scornfully,
    Render praise and favour!
    With my hand upon his head,
    Is my benediction said
    Therefore, and for ever.

    And because he loves me
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