A wolf he pricks with eyes of fire Across the dark, frost-crusted snows, Seeking his prey, He pads his way Where Jane benighted goes, Where Jane benighted goes. He curdles the bleak air with ire, Ruffling his hoary raiment through, And lo! he sees Beneath the trees Where Jane's light footprints go, Where Jane's light footprints go. No hound peals thus in wicked joy, He snaps his muzzle in the snows, His five-clawed feet Now scamper fleet Where Jane's bright lanthorn shows, Where Jane's bright lanthorn shows. His hungry face stares out unseen On hers as pure as wilding rose, Her amber eyes In fear's surprise Watch largely as she goes, Watch largely as she goes. Salt wells his hunger in his jaws, His lust it revels to and fro Yet small beneath A soft voice saith, 'Jane shall in safety go, Jane shall in safety go.' He lurched as if a fiery lash Had scourged his hide, and through, and through His furious eyes O'erscanned the skies, But nearer dared not go, But nearer dared not go. He reared like wild Bucephalus, His fangs like spears in him uprose, Ev'n to the town Jane's flitting gown He grins on as she goes, He grins on as she goes. In fierce lament he howls amain, He scampers, marvelling in his throes What brought him there To sup on air, While Jane unharmed goes, While Jane unharmed goes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 26. MID-RAPTURE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN THE WHITE LAND by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT LOVE ON THE MOUNTAIN by THOMAS BOYD REDFIELD FARM, MICHIGAN by HERBERT BUCKLEN BRADY MEDITATIONS FOR EVERY DAY IN PASSION WEEK: FRIDAY by JOHN BYROM STRIKING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |