Page:Poems and lyrics of the joy of earth.djvu/91

Rh Foot to fire in snowtime we trimmed the slender shaft:
 * Often down the pit spied the lean wolf's teeth

Grin against his will, trapped by masterstrokes of craft;
 * Helpless in his froth-wrath as green logs seethe!

Safe the tender lambs tugged the teats, and winter sped
 * Whirled before the crocus, the year's new gold.

Hung the hooky beak up aloft the arrowhead
 * Reddened through his feathers for our dear fold.
 * God! of whom music
 * And song and blood are pure,
 * The day is never darkened
 * That had thee here obscure.