On Viewing the Skull and Bones of a Wolf
How savage, fierce and grim!
....His bones are bleached and white.
But what is death to him?
....He grins as if to bite.
He mocks fate
....that bade, "Begone."
There's fierceness stamped
....In ev'ry bone.
Let silence settle from the midnight sky-
Such silence as you've broken with they cry;
The bleak wind howl, unto the ut'most verge
Of the mighty waste, thy fitting dirge.