Within, the flitting shadows tease the eye;
While secrets here are known unto the worm,
Alas, for man! No truth can he espy;
He long ago abandoned prairie snow,
For comfort lent by sad Prometheus;
To nighttime lantern canis lupus lows,
Let lonesome song awake man's spirit thus:
Contend again with claw and fang and tusk!
Recall the yen instilled by springtime flood!
These feeble campfires failing in the dusk
Must amplify the calling in his blood;
As mankind's works succumb to earth's duress,
Beyond the threshold lies the wilderness;
Beyond the threshold lies the wilderness;
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Nice!
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