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RISING WOLF
Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, the brave beast,
Looms up past the ranges
And leaps through the roof
Of the star-sky at twilight
And puts to the proof
All the ten dogs in my wolf-hunting heart,
Snarling, defying them there all day long,
And giving the cry that the wolves call a song.
And my dogs bark in circles, but keep well aloof
From the proud Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf.
Looms up past the ranges
And leaps through the roof
Of the star-sky at twilight
And puts to the proof
All the ten dogs in my wolf-hunting heart,
Snarling, defying them there all day long,
And giving the cry that the wolves call a song.
And my dogs bark in circles, but keep well aloof
From the proud Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf.
Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, the brave beast,
It will take a hundred brave dogs at the least
To hunt down and beat Rising Wolf, the brave beast.
It will take a hundred brave dogs at the least
To hunt down and beat Rising Wolf, the brave beast.
There are ten great dogs in my heart and no more
To hunt and to hound Rising Wolf, the brave beast.
But when will I have the strength of ten men,
And have one hundred brave dogs at the least?
In my heart are ten hounds
As small as small flowers,
When I turn them loose they are great as the hours:
They fill the valleys, they fill the rivers;
They leap to the stars, they leap to the sun;
They stand in a circle and bark at the snarling one.
And they think it is strange and very surprising
They cannot conquer the wolf in his rising.
They bark, but their bark is uncertain surmising;
And they beat back and whine, consulting, advising,
Back there on the prairie amazed at his rising,
And wonder what has delayed their great feast
On black Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, the brave beast.
To hunt and to hound Rising Wolf, the brave beast.
But when will I have the strength of ten men,
And have one hundred brave dogs at the least?
In my heart are ten hounds
As small as small flowers,
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They fill the valleys, they fill the rivers;
They leap to the stars, they leap to the sun;
They stand in a circle and bark at the snarling one.
And they think it is strange and very surprising
They cannot conquer the wolf in his rising.
They bark, but their bark is uncertain surmising;
And they beat back and whine, consulting, advising,
Back there on the prairie amazed at his rising,
And wonder what has delayed their great feast
On black Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, the brave beast.
Where are nine strong men to go with me now
That the hundred strong dogs in our hearts may rush down
From the clouds and the sun and the stars on the crown
Of black Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, the brave beast,
And beat the beast down,
Till we chain him, enslave him, and make him our own,
This river and snowstorm and stone,
This mountain unconquered, whose hair, bone, and blood,
Are those of the deeps in their primeval flood,
Are those of the winds to the west of the sky,
Are those of the highest Red Warriors on high?
That the hundred strong dogs in our hearts may rush down
From the clouds and the sun and the stars on the crown
Of black Rising Wolf, Rising Wolf, the brave beast,
And beat the beast down,
Till we chain him, enslave him, and make him our own,
This river and snowstorm and stone,
This mountain unconquered, whose hair, bone, and blood,
Are those of the deeps in their primeval flood,
Are those of the winds to the west of the sky,
Are those of the highest Red Warriors on high?
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