There is a
wolf-ghost
sleeping
beside
my bed,
and he
gallops
with me
nightly
through my
dreams,
full of joy
and life,
his eyes
agleam,
full of joy
and life,
his eyes
agleam,
along
wild beaches
of our
happiest years,
(since it is
a dream,
there are
no tears),
and
in the forest,
(since it is
a dream,
there are
no tears),
and
in the forest,
green and wild
and deep,
my wolf-Pup
brings me
comfort
as
I sleep.
