Wolf, I woke you! I was but tremble
in your prowl; fierce-eyed horse,
remember how I rode you into battle.
Now, you cling to hollow brooks,
fern across your brow; the smell of
soil in your claw, your homeland
takes you from me.
How I wish my fish-pale hands,
useless as a ghost could follow
through forest, field and rivulet
your midnight gallop.
