'A fagot, a fagot, go fetch for the fire, son!' 'O, Mother, the wolf looks in at the door!' 'Cry Shoo! now, cry Shoo! thou fierce grey wolf, fly, now; Haste thee away, he will fright thee no more.' 'I ran, O, I ran but the grey wolf ran faster, O, Mother, I cry in the air at thy door, Cry Shoo! now, cry Shoo! but his fangs were so cruel, Thy son (save his hatchet) thou'lt never see more.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT CHALSE A KILLEY; TO CHALSE IN HEAVEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE FAIRY THRALL by MAY (MARY) CLARISSA GILLINGTON BYRON TO A YOUNG GIRL by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |