Snowdrop of dogs, with ear of brownest dye, <br />Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree <br />Which shudders in black autumn; though by thee, <br />Of hearing careless and untutored eye, <br />Not understood articulate speech of men <br />Nor marked the artificial mind of books, <br />-The mortal's voice eternized by the pen,- <br />Yet hast thou thought and language all unknown <br />To Babel's scholars; oft intensest looks, <br />Long scrutiny over some dark-veined stone <br />Dost thou bestow, learning dead mysteries <br />Of the world's birth-day, oft in eager tone <br />With quick-tailed fellows bandiest prompt replies, <br />Solicitudes canine, four-footed amities.<br /><br />Thomas Lovell Beddoes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-tartar-a-terrier-beauty/
