The impatient thing Into the room Its whole glad heart doth fling, And ere the gloom Melts into light, and window blinds are rolled, I hear a bounce upon the bed, I feel a creeping toward me a soft head, And on my face A tender nose, and cold This is the way, you know, that dogs embrace And on my hand, like sun-warmed rose-leaves flung, The least faint flicker of the warmest tongue And so my dog and I have met and sworn Fresh love and fealty for another morn.

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