Swags Up!


J. Le Gay Brereton

HEY, Toby, Toby, Toby!—Dead?
    The silence is a flood
That closes, choking, overhead,
    And chills the living blood.

The leaping friend, whose jolly bark
    Was greeting every night,
No more to thrill the summer dark
    With welcome of delight?

Beside his grave I bend the knee,
    And O, my eyes are dim.
He hunted for the dog in me:
    I found the man in him.

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