To Flush, My Dog
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1844) — a poem card from Justes Mots
A poet's thanks to the spaniel who kept faithful watch beside her sickbed, asking nothing.
Loving friend, the gift of one,
Who, her own true faith, hath run,
Through thy lower nature;
Be my benediction said
With my hand upon thy head,
Gentle fellow-creature!
Like a lady's ringlets brown,…