The grey wolf comes again: I had made fast The door with chains; how has the grey wolf passed My threshold? I have nothing left to give: Go from me now, grey wolf, and let me live! I have fed you once, given all you would, given all I had to give, I have been prodigal; I am poor now, the table is but spread With water and a little wheaten bread; You have taken all I ever had from me: Go from me now, grey wolf, and let me be! The grey wolf, crouching by the bolted door, Waits, watching for his food upon the floor; I see the old hunger and the old thirst of blood Rise up, under his eyelids, like a flood: What shall I do that the grey wolf may go? This time, I have no store of meat to throw; He waits; but I have nothing, and I stand Helpless, and his eyes fasten on my hand. O grey wolf, grey wolf, will you not depart, This time, unless I feed you with my heart? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KNIGHT'S TOMB by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE PARLIAMENT OF WOMEN: PRAXAGORA REHEARSES by ARISTOPHANES THE MYSTIC by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 10. ROSES ALL THE WAY by T. BAKER VERSES, SUGGESTED BY THE FUNERAL OF AN EPITAPH IN BURY CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: BABYLONIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |