THE HOUNDS

Far off a lonely hound

Telling his loneliness all round

To the dark woods, dark hills, and darker sea;

And, answering, the sound

Of that yet lonelier sea-hound

Telling his loneliness to the solitary stars.

Hearing, the kennelled hound

Some neighbourhood and comfort found,

And slept beneath the comfortless high stars.

But that wild sea-hound

Unkennelled, called all night all round —

The unneighboured and uncomforted cold sea.