Hey, Toby, Toby, Toby!—Dead? <br />The silence is a flood <br />That closes, choking, overhead, <br />And chills the living blood. <br /> <br />The leaping friend, whose jolly bark <br />Was greeting every night, <br />No more to thrill the summer dark <br />With welcome of delight? <br /> <br />Beside his grave I bend the knee, <br />And O, my eyes are dim. <br />He hunted for the dog in me: <br />I found the man in him.<br /><br />John Le Gay Brereton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toby/
