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 Every wild forest a-sniffing, Greedily-longingly, sniffing, That you, in wild forests, 'Mong the motley-speckled fierce creatures, Shouldest rove, sinful-sound and fine-colored, With longing lips smacking, Blessedly mocking, blessedly hellish, blessedly blood-thirsty, Robbing, skulking, lying—roving:—

Or to eagles like which fixedly, Long adown the precipice look, Adown their precipice: Oh, how they whirl down now, Thereunder, therein, To ever deeper profoundness whirling!— Then, Sudden, With aim aright, With quivering flight, On lambkins pouncing, Headlong down, sore-hungry, For lambkins longing, Fierce 'gainst all lamb-spirits, Furious-fierce all that look Sheeplike, or lambeyed, or crisp-woolly, —Grey, with lambsheep kindliness!

Even thus, Eaglelike, pantherlike, Are the poet's desires, Are thine own desires 'neath a thousand guises.