Four Feet

I have done mostly what most men do, 
And pushed it out of my mind; 
But I can’t forget, if I wanted to, 
Four-Feet trotting behind.

Day after day, the whole day through— 
Wherever my road inclined— 
Four-Feet said, ‘I am coming with you!’ 
And trotted along behind. 

Now I must go by some other round,—
Which I shall never find—
Somewhere that does not carry the sound 
Of Four-Feet trotting behind.