High up in the lonely mountains
Where the wild men watched and waited;
Wolves in the forest and bears in the bush,
And I on my path belated.

The rain and the night together
Came down, and the wind came after,
Bending the props of the pine tree roof,
And snapping many a rafter.

I crept along in the darkness
Stunned, and bruised, and blinded;
Crept to a fir with thick set boughs,
And a sheltering rock behind it.

There, from the blowing and the raining
Crouching I sought to hide me;
Something rustled;Two amber eyes shone;
And a wolf lay down beside me!

His wet fur pressed against me
Each of us warmed the other,
Each of us felt, in the stormy dark
That beast and man were brother.

And when the falling forest
No longer crashed in warning;
Each of us went from our hiding place,
Forth in the wild, wet morning.
And