The grey wolf comes again : I had made fast 
The door with chains ; how has the grey wolf passed 
My threshold ? I have nothing left to give : 
Go from me now, grey wolf, and let me live ! 
I have fed you once, given all you would, given all 
I had to give, I have been prodigal ; 
I am poor now, the table is but spread 
With water and a little wheaten bread ; 
You have taken all I ever had from me :
Go from me now, grey wolf, and let me be !
 
The grey wolf, crouching by the bolted door, 
Waits, watching for his food upon the floor ; 
I see the old hunger and the old thirst for blood 
Rise up, under his eye-balls, like a flood : 
What shall I do that the grey wolf may go ? 
This time, I have no store of meat to throw ;
He waits ; but I have nothing left, and I stand 
Helpless, and his eyes fasten on my hand. 
O grey wolf, grey wolf, will you not depart, 
 ... , unless I feed you with my heart?