The eager dog lies strange and still who roamed the woods with me; Then while I stood or climbed the hill Or sat under a tree,
Awaiting what more time might say, He thrashed in undergrowth, Pursuing what he scared away, Made ruckus for us both.
He's dead; I go more quiet now, Stillness added to me By time and sorrow, mortal law, By loss of company
That his new absence has made new. Though it must come by doom, This quiet comes by kindness too, And brings me nearer home,
For as I walk the wooded land The morning of God's mercy, Beyond the work of mortal hand, Seen by more than I see.