An Old Dog

Now that no shrill hunting horn

Can arouse me at the morn,

Deaf I lie the long day through,

Dreaming firelight dreams of you;

Waiting, patient through it all,

Till the greater Huntsman call.

If we are, as people say,

But the creatures of a day,

Let me live, when we must part,

A little longer in your heart.

You were all the God I knew,

I was faithful unto you.