THE PROLOGUE Foreground—a frozen crater At back, a cavern. Overhanging this, at left and back, snow-crusted cliffs, partly bared by the winds, standout against the stars. On one of these, Odin seated; on his shoulders, two ravens. Beneath him, in the crater and cavern, half-discernible, Fenris and his Pack. Odin Fenris Pack ODIN He sleeps, yet restive still; with eyelids squint Through which his eyes, in dreams still shifting, flash Like flame through knot-holes. Yet he sleeps; beside him His wild pack, crouching, share his chain.—A lull: Betwixt moonset and sunrise, one at least, One lull in that insensate harsh defiance, The beast-night-barking of my wolfish son. You stars! Fenris is quiet. Now the dews May fall in silence, now the mountain birds Nest silent by the unawakened morning, The wide dark fold its wings and dream. Now peace, The infinite soliloquy of thought,
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