Le Loup (Fear Not)
All the howling animals
Whose bloody calls still rake the air
With stuttered swathes of cackling rhythm,
And snapping jaws that haunt the stairs.
Birds of prey that mark the sky,
And sew the starlit sheath of night!
Whose pinion feathers swallow light,
And razor talons terrorize!
Through the darkness, through the night!
O, you thoughtless, howling host!
O, you ghost-white grieving wolves!
O, you lost and lonely souls!
Birds of prey that mark the night,
And sew the stars above my eyes,
And pointed skyward, scrape the heavens!
And razor talons terrorize!
All the howling animals
Through the darkness through the night
O you lost and lonely souls