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!
“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.