'A fagot, a fagot, go fetch for the fire, son!' 'O, Mother, the wolf looks in at the door!' 'Cry Shoo! now, cry Shoo! thou fierce grey wolf, fly, now; Haste thee away, he will fright thee no more.' 'I ran, O, I ran but the grey wolf ran faster, O, Mother, I cry in the air at thy door, Cry Shoo! now, cry Shoo! but his fangs were so cruel, Thy son (save his hatchet) thou'lt never see more.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW THE RESOLVE by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH THE CALIPH'S DRAUGHT by EDWIN ARNOLD READING LESSON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD BLACKMWORE MAIDENS by WILLIAM BARNES DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: BRIDAL SONG AND DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |