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.






CONTENTS





The Land God Forgot
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn,

The Spell of the Yukon
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,

The Heart of the Sourdough
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon,

The Three Voices
The waves have a story to tell me,