The lonely sunsets flare2 forlorn
Down valleys dreadly desolate3;
The lordly mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.
The lonely sunsets flame and die;
The giant valleys gulp4 the night;
The monster mountains scrape the sky,
Where eager stars are diamond-bright.
So gaunt against the gibbous moon,
Piercing the silence velvet-piled,
A lone1 wolf howls his ancient rune
The fell arch-spirit of the Wild.
O outcast land! O leper land!
Let the lone wolf-cry all express the hate insensate of thy hand,
Thy heart's abysmal5 loneliness.