Le Loup (Fear Not)

All the howling animals
Whose bloody calls still rake the air
With stuttered swathes of cackling rhythm
And snapping jaws that haunt the stairs
Birds of prey that mark the sky
And sew the starlit sheath of night!
Whose pinion feathers swallow light
And razor talons terrorize!

Through the darkness, through the night!
O, you thoughtless, howling host!
O, you ghost-white grieving wolves!
O, you lost and lonely souls!
Birds of prey that mark the night
And sew the stars above my eyes
And pointed skyward, scrape the heavens!
And razor talons terrorize!

All the howling animals
Through the darkness through the night
O you lost and lonely souls