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"On your grave, beneath the chestnut bough

Today no fragrance falls, nor summer air;

Only a master's love who laid you there

Perchance may warm the air 'neath which you drowse

In dreams from which no meal-time calls may rouse.

Unwakeable, though close the rat may dare,

Deaf, though the rabbit thump in playful scare,

Silent, though twenty foxes screech their vows.

 

And yet, mayhap, some night when shadows pass,

And from the fir the brown owl hoots on high,

That should one whistle 'neath a favouring star

Your shade shall canter o'er the grass,

Questing for him you loved in days gone by

Ere death, the dog-thief, carried you afar."

 

Ted Walsh, Lurchers and Longdogs

 

Sleep well, you good and happy hound. And happy hunting in the sky beyond.

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