Flush Or Faunus

 You see this dog. It was but yesterday

I mused, forgetful of his presence here,

Till thought on thought drew downward tear on tear;

When from the pillow, where wet-cheeked I lay,

A head as hairy as Faunus, thrust its way

Right sudden against my face,—two golden-clear

Large eyes astonished mine,—a drooping ear

Did flap me on either cheek, to dry the spray!

I started first, as some Arcadian

Amazed by goatly god in twilight grove:

But as my bearded vision closelier ran

My tears off, I knew Flush, and rose above

Surprise and sadness; thanking the true Pan,

Who, by low creatures, leads to heights of love.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning






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