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“Davy”
Davy, her Knight, her dear, was dead,
Low in the dust was the silken head,
“Isn't there heaven?”
(She was but seven)
“Isn't there (sobbing) for dogs?” she said.
Low in the dust was the silken head,
“Isn't there heaven?”
(She was but seven)
“Isn't there (sobbing) for dogs?” she said.
“Man is immortal, sage or fool:
Animals end by a different rule.”
So had they prated
Of things created,
An hour before, in her Sunday-school.
Animals end by a different rule.”
So had they prated
Of things created,
An hour before, in her Sunday-school.
Trusty and glad and true, who could
Match her hero of hardihood,
Rancorless, selfless,
Prideless, pelfless?—
How I should like to be half so good!
Match her hero of hardihood,
Rancorless, selfless,
Prideless, pelfless?—
How I should like to be half so good!
Firebrand eye and icicle nose;
Ear inwrought like a guelder rose;
All the sweet wavy
Beauty of Davy!—
Sad, not to answer whither it goes!
Ear inwrought like a guelder rose;
All the sweet wavy
Beauty of Davy!—
Sad, not to answer whither it goes!
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“Isn't there heaven for dogs that's dead?
God made Davy out of His head:
If He unmake him
Doesn't He take him?
Why should He throw him away?” she said.
God made Davy out of His head:
If He unmake him
Doesn't He take him?
Why should He throw him away?” she said.
The birds were busy, the brook was gay
But the little hand was in mine all day.
Nothing could bury
That infinite query:
“Davy—would God throw him away?”
But the little hand was in mine all day.
Nothing could bury
That infinite query:
“Davy—would God throw him away?”
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