The Land God Forgot by Robert William Service
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lordly mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.
The lonely sunsets flame and die; The giant valleys gulp 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 lone 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 abysmal loneliness.
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