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 WOLF he pricks with eyes of fire Across the night's o'ercrusted snows.
 * Seeking his prey,
 * He pads his way

Where Jane benighted goes,
 * Where Jane benighted goes.

He curdles the bleak air with ire, Ruffling his hoary raiment through,
 * And lo! he sees
 * Beneath the trees

Where Jane's light footsteps go,
 * Where Jane's light footsteps go.

No hound peals thus in wicked joy, He snaps his muzzle in the snows,
 * His five-clawed feet
 * Do scamper fleet

Where Jane's bright lanthorn shows,
 * Where Jane's bright lanthorn shows.

Now his greed's green doth gaze unseen On a pure face of wilding rose,
 * Her amber eyes