The Land God Forgot by Robert W. Service

The Land God Forgot

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.




Robert W. Service