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, grey 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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR FIELD by WILLIAM COWPER THE NILE by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TWO POINTS OF VIEW: 1 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB COUNCIL by ELIZABETH BROWN (AMERICAN) ON HIS MAJESTY'S RECOVERY FROM THE SMALL-POX, 1633 by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT |