The Shepherd and his Dog ^> ^ ^> 



N/T Y dog and I are both grown old ; 

 *■ On these wild clowns we watch all day ; 

 He looks in my face when the wind blows cold, 

 And thus methinks I hear him say : 



The gray stone circlet is below, 



The village smoke is at our feet ; 

 We nothing hear but the sailing crow, 



And wandering flocks, that roam and bleat. 



Far off, the early horseman hies, 



In shower or sunshine rushing on ; 

 Yonder the dusty whirlwind flies ; 



The distant coach is seen and gone. 



Though solitude around is spread, 



Master, alone thou shalt not be ; 

 And when the turf is on thy head, 



I only shall remember thee ! 



I marked his look of faithful care, 



I placed my hand on his shaggy side ; 



There is a sun that shines above, 

 A sun that shines on both, I cried. 



William Lisle Bowles. 



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