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Georgia Roberts Durston
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THEWOLF
Whenthe pale moon hides andthe wild wind wails,
And overthetreetopsthe nighthawksails,
Thegray wolfsitsonthe world’sfarrim,
And howls:anditsee mstoco mfort hi m.
The wolfisalonelysoul,yousee,
No beastinthe wood, nor birdinthetree,
Butshunshispath;inthe windygloom
T h e y gi v e hi m pl e nt y, a n d pl e nt y of r o o m.
So hesits with hislong,leanfacetothesky
W a t c h i n g t h e r a g g e d c l o u d s g o b y.
Thereinthe night,alone,apart,
Singingthesongofhislone, wildheart.
Faraway,onthe world’sdarkrim
He howls,anditsee mstoco mfort hi m.
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A W OLF...
A wolf
Iconsidered myself
b ut
the o wls are hooting
and
the nightIfear.
Teton Siouxsong,
translated by Robert P. Higheagle,
recordedby Two Shields,
collected by Frances Dens more