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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Hound</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=509157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">WHITE-TOOTHED is the Black Hound,<br>And ever, as he comes after,<br>There is no sweetness in wine,<br>Nor is there joyance in laughter.<br>Red-tongued is the Black Hound,<br>And ever, as he speeds baying,<br>There is no shaking him off,<br>Nor is there stopping or staying.<br>Keen-sensed in the thick dark<br>He follows for ever and ever;<br>Nought stays him in his pursuit —<br>Nor marsh, nor mountain, nor river.<br>Day-long through the broad light,<br>His tongue like a flame outleaping,<br>He hunts; and we fly before,<br>Wan-faced, foot-weary and weeping.<br>Night-through in the still hours<br>When stars in the sky assemble,<br>We hear his cry on the roads,<br>And startled, staring, we tremble.<br>White-toothed is the Black Hound,<br>And speed to his limbs is given;<br>God help and pity us all<br>Who fly for ever, hard-driven!<br>Time comes when the feet fail<br>Or drag on the ways, unwilling;<br>Then fast, froth-flakes on his jaws,<br>He speeds keen-fanged to the killing.<br>Then some, as they pass, say —<br>Few pausing, and weeping, fewer —<br>'Hound-work is this that we see,<br>Fang-work of him, the Pursuer!'<br>Black Care is the Black Hound,<br>And ever 'tis his to follow<br>Pale men from birth to that hour<br>When grave-mouths open and swallow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a></strong></div>