Keeping by Harry, a friend who is fond
Follows as closely as follow he can:
Is there an earthly affection beyond
The love a good dog feels for a good man?
If twenty people fling down twenty gloves
Our Rover has never been known to fail;
He picks out the glove of the man he loves,
And brings it triumphantly, wagging his tail.
Rover and I, under shadowy yew,
List'ning for Harry's dear step on the path—