Lyric Poem · Life
A little Dog that wags his tail
A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
Reminded by a Boy
Who gambols all the living Day
Without an earthly cause
Because he is a little Boy
I honestly suppose —
The Cat that in the Corner dwells
Her martial Day forgot
The Mouse but a Tradition now
Of her desireless Lot
Another class remind me
Who neither please nor play
But not to make a "bit of noise"
Beseech each little Boy —
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Quick facts
- Poem
- A little Dog that wags his tail
- Poet
- Emily Dickinson
- Length
- 16 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem
- Themes
- Life
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- Shape
- 16 lines · 4 quatrains
- Line length
- Lines run 6-8 syllables (median 7). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Emily Dickinson1830–1886
- Source record
- PoetryDBA little Dog that wags his tail by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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- Editorial handling
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