For the lion and Adam were company,
And the tiger him beguil'd;
But the simple kine are foes to my life,
And the household brutes are wild.
If the veriest cur would lick my hand,
I could love it like a child!
XXXVI.
And the beggar man's ghost besets my dreams,
At night to make me madder,—
And my wretched conscience, within my breast,