Maxioms by St. John Welles Lucas
But in come canine Paradise
Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and read more
But in come canine Paradise
Your wraith, I know, rebukes the moon,
And quarters every plain and hill,
Seeking its master. . . . As for me
This prayer at least the gods fulfill
That when I pass the flood and see
Old Charon by Stygian coast
Take toll of all the shades who land,
Your little, faithful barking ghost
May leap to lick my phantom hand.
