The Dog and the Water Lily
Originally by William Cowper (1731-1800) and selfishly "remixed" by me.
No Fable
The noon was shady, and soft airs
Swept the Brazos' silent tide,
When, 'scap'd from literary cares,
I wander'd on his side.
My Westie, most majestic of his breed,
And high in pedigree,
(Two losers, adorned with cruelties of ev'ry style,
That Westie adopted to me)
Now wanton'd lost in flags and reeds,
Now starting into sight
Pursued the ball o'er the fields,
With scarce a slower flight.
It was the time when Brazos display'd
His lilies newly blown;
Their beauties I intent survey'd;
And one I wish'd my own.
With stick extended far I sought
To steer it close to land;
But still the prize, though nearly caught,
Escap'd my eager hand.
Travis marked my unsuccessful pains
With fixt consid'rate face,
And puzzling set his puppy brains
To comprehend the case.
But with a chirrup clear and strong,
Dispersing all his dream,
I thence withdrew, and follow'd long
The windlings of the stream.
My ramble finish'd, I return'd.
Travis trotting far before
The floating wreath again discern'd,
And plunging left the shore.
I saw him with that lily cropped
Impatient swim to meet
My quick approach, and soon he dropp'd
The treasure at my feet.
Charm'd with the sight, the world, I cried,
Shall hear of this thy deed,
My dog shall mortify the pride
Of man's superior breed;
But, chief, myself I will enjoin,
Awake at duty's call,
To show a love as prompt as thine
To Him who gives me all.
Comments