A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
Reminded by a Boy
Who gambols all the living Day
Without an earthly cause
Because he is a little Boy
I honestly suppose -
The Cat that in the Corner dwells
Her martial Day forgot
The Mouse but a Tradition now
Of her desireless Lot
Another class remind me
Who neither please nor play
But not to make a 'bit of noise'
Beseech each little Boy -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- At Last, To Be Identified!
- Drama's Vitallest Expression Is The Common Day
- Forever—it Composed Of Nows
- Summer For Thee, Grant I May Be
- I Like To See It Lap The Miles,