Selections from the American Poets/Sonnet (To see a fellow)
Sonnet.
To see a fellow of a summer's morning, With a large foxhound of a slumberous eye And a slim gun, go slowly lounging by,About to give the feather'd bipeds warning,That probably they may be shot hereafter,Excites in me a quiet kind of laughter;For, though I am no lover of the sport Of harmless murder, yet it is to me Almost the funniest thing on earth to seeA corpulent person, breathing with a snort, Go on a shooting frolic all alone;For well I know that when he's out of town,He and his dog and gun will all lie down, And undestructive sleep till game and light are flown.