The Wolf in Winter Months
Wolf in Winter Months
Say to me what you will, my mistress,
I turn my cheek,
And I dare you to slap my face!
I wear that hand more proudly,
Than a king his friendly seal!
How proud you make me this day,
When you rob me of your kisses!
I do kiss the mantle as I leave,
And for a moment
Prefer this strange custom!
And blessing your door, and blessing your step,
twice have I invited jest!
How limber in the morning,
With prowess by the noon,
I walk on fours in moonlight,
I'll be back before too soon
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