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Jjeap — those tassell'd ears of thine 

 Flicker strangely, fair and fine, 

 Down their golden inches. 



VI. 



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 those drooping ears, 



And this glossy fairness. 



VII. 



P)Ut of thee it shall be said, 

 This dog watch'd beside a bed 



Day and night unweary, — 

 Watch'd within a curtain'd room. 

 Where no sunbeam brake the gloom, 



Round the sick and dreary. 



VIII. 



Hoses, gather'd for a vase. 

 For that chamber died apace. 



Beam and breeze resigning ; 

 This dog only, waited on, 

 Knowing that when light is gone. 



Love remains for shining. 



IX. 



Other dogs in thymy den 



Track'd the hares and follow'd through 



Snowy moor or meadow. 

 This dog only, crept and crept 

 Next a languid cheek that slept, 



Sharing in the shadow. 



X. 



Other dogs, of loyal cheer. 

 Bounded at the whistle clear,' 

 Up the woodside hying. 



