The Land God Forgot
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn
Down valleys dreadly desolate;
The lordly mountains soar in scorn
As still as death, as stern as fate.
The lonely sunsets flame and die;
The giant valleys gulp the night;
The monster mountains scrape the sky,
Where eager stars are diamond—bright.
So gaunt against the gibbous moon,
Piercing the silence velvet—piled,
A lone wolf howls his ancient rune—
The fell arch—spirit of the Wild.
O outcast land! O leper land!
Let the lone wolf—cry all express
The hate insensate of thy hand,
Thy heart’s abysmal loneliness.
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