The Grey Wolf
'A fagot, a fagot, go fetch for the fire, son!' 'O, Mother, the wolf looks in at the door!' 'Cry Shoo! now, cry Shoo! thou fierce grey wolf fly, now; Haste thee away, he will fright thee no more.' 'I ran, O, I ran, but the grey wolf ran faster, O, Mother, I cry in the air at thy door, Cry Shoo! now, cry Shoo! but his fangs were so cruel, Thy son (save his hatchet) thou'lt never see more.'
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"'A fagot, a fagot, go fetch for the fire, son!'..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Walter De La Mare delivers a powerful performance in "The Grey Wolf"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...