From Fancy following in thy wake, A counter impulse let me take, XVII. INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVORITE DOG. On his morning rounds, the Master He hath comrades in his walk; Four dogs, each pair of different breed, Distinguished two for scent, and two for speed. See a hare before him started! Deep the river was, and crusted When, lo! the ice, so thinly spread, Breaks-and the greyhound, DART, is overhead! Better fate have PRINCE and SWALLOW, MUSIC has no heart to follow, Little MUSIC, she stops short. A loving creature she, and brave, - And fondly strives her struggling friend to save. From the brink her paws she stretches, Very hands as you would say! And afflicting moans she fetches, As he breaks the ice away. For herself she has no fears, Him alone she sees and hears, Makes efforts with complainings; nor gives o'er, Until her fellow sinks to reappear no more. 1805. XVIII. TRIBUTE TO THE MEMORY OF THE SAME DOG. LIE here, without a record of thy worth, Or want of love, that here no stone we raise ; Yet they to whom thy virtues made thee dear Shall find thee through all changes of the year: This oak points out thy grave; the silent tree Will gladly stand a monument to thee. We grieved for thee, and wished thy end were past; And willingly have laid thee here at last : Not only for a thousand thoughts that were, Old household thoughts, in which thou hadst thy share; But for some precious boons vouchsafed to thee, For love, that comes wherever life and sense 1805. XIX. FIDELITY. A BARKING Sound the Shepherd hears, A cry as of a dog or fox; He halts, - and searches with his eyes And now at distance can discern A stirring in a brake of fern; Glancing through that covert green. The Dog is not of mountain breed; Nor is there any one in sight All round, in hollow or on height; Nor shout nor whistle strikes his ear; It was a cove, a huge recess, That keeps till June December's snows; A silent tarn * below! Far in the bosom of Helvellyn, Remote from public road or dwelling, From trace of human foot or hand. There sometimes doth a leaping fish Thither the rainbow comes, the cloud, But that enormous barrier holds it fast. Tarn is a small Mere or Lake, mostly high up in the mountains. |