In this poem, we encounter a conversation between a dog and a corpse buried underground. The final stanza reads:
"Mistress, I dug upon your grave
To bury a bone, in case
I should be hungry near this spot
When passing on my daily trot.
I am sorry, but I quite forgot
It was your resting-place."
The irony in this poem is that the dead woman was hoping someone was digging on her grave because they were thinking of her. However, not only was it a dog and not a person who did it, but the dog did not even remember she was buried there.