WhatshallIdo

What shall I do -- it whimpers so --

This little Hound within the Heart

All day and night with bark and start --

And yet, it will not go --

Would you untie it, were you me --

Would it stop whining -- if to Thee --

I sent it -- even now?

It should not tease you --

By your chair -- or, on the mat --

Or if it dare -- to climb your dizzy knee --

Or -- sometimes at your side to run --

When you were willing --

Shall it come?

Tell Carlo --

Hell tell me!