The rimer quenches his unheeded fires, <br /> The sound surceases and the sense expires. <br /> Then the domestic dog, to east and west, <br /> Expounds the passions burning in his breast. <br /> The rising moon o'er that enchanted land <br /> Pauses to hear and yearns to understand.<br /><br />Ambrose Bierce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rimer/
