Augustin S. Macdonald, comp. A Collection of Verse by California Poets. 1914.
By Herbert BashfordThe Wolves of the Sea
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Unfetterd and fearless they flee;
From morn until eve they plunder and thieve—
The hungry, white wolves of the Sea!
To the Orient’s rim do they run;
By the berg and the floe of the northland they go
And away to the isles of the sun.
Till the air has grown dank with their breath;
They snarl at the stars from the treacherous bars
Of the coasts that are haunted by Death.
As they feed on the bosom of Grief;
And one steals away to a cave with his prey,
And one to the rocks of the reef.
Each striving to lead in the chase;
Since loosed by the hand of the King of their band
They have known but the rush of the race.
As when God’s freshest gale set them free;
Not a sail is unfurled in a port of the world
But is prey for the wolves of the Sea!