Poems
Do You Fear the Wind?
by Hamlin Garland
Do you fear the force of the wind, The slash of the rain?
Go face them and fight them, Be savage again.
Go hungry and cold like the wolf, Go wade like the crane:
The palms of your hands will thicken, The skin of your cheek will tan,
Wind-Wolves
by William D. Sargent
You’ll grow ragged and weary and swarthy, But you’ll -walk like a man!
Do you hear the cry as the pack goes by, The wind-wolves hunting across
the sky? Hear them tongue it, keen and clear, Hot on the flanks of the
flying deer!
Across the forest, mere, and plain, Their hunting howl goes up again!
All night they’ll follow the ghostly trail, All night we’ll hear their
phantom wail,
For tonight the wind-wolf pack holds sway From Pegasus Square to the
Milky Way, And the frightened bands of cloud-deer flee In scattered
groups of two and three.
The Wolf
by Georgia Roberts Durston
When the pale moon hides and the wild wind wails, And over the tree-tops
the nighthawk sails, The gray wolf sits on the world’s far rim, And
howls: and it seems to comfort him.
The wolf is a lonely soul, you see,
No beast in the wood, nor bird in the tree, But shuns his path; in the
windy gloom They give him plenty, and plenty of room.
So he sits with his long, lean face to the sky Watching the ragged
clouds go by.
There in the night, alone, apart, Singing the song of his lone, wild
heart.
Far away, on the world’s dark rim He howls, and it seems to comfort him.
The Wolf Cry
by Lew Sarett
The Arctic moon hangs overhead;
The wide white silence lies below.
A starveling pine stands lone and gaunt, Black-penciled on the snow.
Weird as the moan of sobbing winds, A lone long call floats up from the
trail; And the naked soul of the frozen North Trembles in that wail.
