| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VIII. Flush or Faunus | | By Mrs. Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) |
| | | YOU see this dog. It was but yesterday | |
| I mused, forgetful of his presence here, | |
| Till thoughts on thoughts drew downward tear on tear; | |
| When from the pillow, where wet-cheeked I lay, | |
| A head, as hairy as Faunus, thrust his way | 5 |
| Right sudden against my face; two golden-clear | |
| Large eyes astonished mine; a drooping ear | |
| Did flap me on either cheek, to dry the spray! | |
| I started first, as some Arcadian, | |
| Amazed by goatly god in twilight grove. | 10 |
| But as my bearded vision closelier ran | |
| My tears off, I knew Flush, and rose above | |
| Surprise and sadness; thanking the true Pan, | |
| Who, by low creatures, leads to heights of love. | | | | |
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