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Wolf-Edith

By Nora Hopper

WOLF-EDITH dwells on the wild grey down
Where the gorse burns gold and the bent grows brown

She goes as light as a withered leaf,
She has not tasted of joy or grief.

With wild things’ beauty her face is fair,
A bramble-flower in a web of hair,

Fine as thistle-down tossed abroad
When the soul of the thistle goes home to God.

Her lips know songs that will lure away
A dull-eared clown from his buxom may.

But never a man she hath hearkened sing
And followed home from her wandering—

And never a man the bents above
Might call Wolf-Edith his mate and love.

                                                Oh

                        58 Wolf-Edith

Oh fair are the women of stead and town,
And winds are sharp on the barren down :

Yet heather blooms in the wind’s despite,
And wild-fire burns in the blackest night :

And out on the moor and the mists thereof
Wild Wolf-Edith has found her a love.

She knows not his kindred’s place and name,
But her sleeping soul he hath set aflame.

He has kindled her soul with his first long kiss :
How shall she quit such a grace as this ?

A barrow far on the windy heath,
Her love is a handful of dust beneath.

For here when Senlac was lost and won,
Her lover perished for Godwin’s son :

Died, and was laid here to sleep his fill
While Saxons bent to a Norman’s will.

Still Normans sit on the Saxon throne ;
A Saxon girl to the moor has gone,

A Saxon’s ghost is her lover sworn
And who shall sever them, night or morn ?

One in the barrow and one above ;
Wild Wolf-Edith has found her a love.

                                                And

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And sweeter than ever her wild songs go
Drifting down to the thorpes below.

Wolf-Edith’s pale as a winter-rose
When lonely over the bents she goes,

Though sweet i’ the gorses the wild bees hum—
But when the night and her lover come,

He lifts her soul as a flickering fire
Is lifted up, with the wind’s desire.

His eyes drink light from Wolf-Edith’s face,
‘Gainst the time he goes to his sleeping place :

Dead and living the bents above
Wild Wolf-Edith has found her a love.

The Yellow Book Vol. IX.

MLA citation:

Hopper, Nora. “Wolf-Edith.” The Yellow Book, vol. 9, April 1896, pp. 57-59. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2020. https://1890s.ca/YBV9_hopper_wolf-edith/