Crosse, Andrew – Poems – My Dog
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
“I’ll lock thee, love, within my breast,
And hoard thee for a happier state;
There's little here to be caressed,
When nought but coldness finds a mate!
''l'll hide thee - no, my dog shall share
What human heart could ne' er repay;
What friends or condescending fair
May first entice and then betray!
"But thou! untutored, soulless brute,
Whose life, men fancy, is thine all,
Woulds’t give that life, though thou art mute,
To save thy viler master's fall!
"Then let us boast our high degree,
And preach of what we are to win,
Better thy kind mortality
Than our immortalising sin!"