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Arthur Symons - The Grey Wolf
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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, gtey 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?
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