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A name of the Year Some say the word means a march of wolves	A
which wolves running in single file are the Months of the Year	B
Others say the word means the path of the light	C
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O ye months of the year	B
Are ye a march of wolves	A
Lycabas Lycabas twelve to growl and slay	D
Men hearken at night and lie in fear	B
Some men hearken all day	D
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Lycabas verily thou art a gallop of wolves	A
Gaunt gray wolves gray months of the year hunting in twelves	A
Running and howling head to tail	E
In a single file over the snow	F
A long low gliding of silent horror and fear	B
On and on ghastly and drear	B
Not a head turning not a foot swerving ye go	F
Twelve making only a one wolf track	G
Onward ye howl and behind we wail	E
Wail behind your narrow and slack	G
Wallowing line and moan and weep	H
As ye draw it on straight and deep	H
Thorough the night so swart	I
Behind you a desert and eyes a weary	B
A long bare highway stony and dreary	B
A hungry soul and a wolf cub wrapt	I
A live wolf cub sharp toothed steel chapt	I
In the garment next the heart	I
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Lycabas	A
One of them hurt me sore	B
Two of them hurt and tore	B
Three of them made me bleed	I
The fourth did a terrible deed	I
Rent me the worst of the four	B
Rent me and shook me and tore	B
And ran away with a growl	J
Lycabas if I feared you a jot	I
You and your devils running in twelves	A
Black mouthed hell throated straight going wolves	A
I would run like a wolf I too and howl	J
I live and I fear you not	I
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But shall I not hate you low galloping wolves	A
Hunting in ceaseless twelves	A
Ye have hunted away my lambs	A
Ye ran at them open mouthed	I
And your mouths were gleamy toothed	I
And their whiteness with red foam frothed	I
And your throats were a purple black gulf	K
My lambs they fled and they came not back	G
Lovely white lambs they were alack	G
They fled afar and they left a track	G
Which at night when the lone sky clears	A
Glistens with Nature's tears	A
Many a shepherd scarce thinks of a lamb	L
But he hears behind it the growl of a wolf	M
And behind that the wail of its dam	L
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They ran nor cried but fled	I
From day's sweet pasture from night's soft bed	I
Ah me the look in their eyes	A
For behind them rushed the swallowing gulf	K
The maw of the growl throated wolf	M
And they fled as the thing that speeds or dies	A
They looked not behind	I
But fled as over the grass the wind	I
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Oh my lambs I would drop away	D
Into a night that never saw day	D
That so in your dear hearts you might say	D
All is well for ever and aye	N
Yet it was well to hurry away	D
To hurry from me your shepherd gray	D
I had no sword to bite and slay	D
And the wolfy Months were on your track	G
It was well to start from work and play	D
It was well to hurry from me away	D
But why not once look back	G
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The wolves came panting down the lea	B
What was left you but somewhere flee	B
Ye saw the Shepherd that never grows old	I
Ye saw the great Shepherd and him ye knew	O
And the wolves never once came near to you	O
For he saw you coming threw down his crook	G
Ran and his arms about you threw	O
He gathered you into his garment's fold	I
He kneeled he gathered he lifted you	O
And his bosom and arms were full of you	O
He has taken you home to his stronghold	I
Out of the castle of Love ye look	G
The castle of Love is now your home	P
From the garden of Love you will never roam	P
And the wolves no more shall flutter you	O
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Lycabas Lycabas	D
For all your hunting and howling and cries	D
Your yelling of woe and alas	D
For all your thin tongues and your fiery eyes	D
Your questing thorough the windy grass	D
Your gurgling gnar and your horrent hair	B
And your white teeth that will not spare	B
Wolves I fear you never a jot	I
Though you come at me with your mouths red hot	I
Eyes of fury and teeth that foam	P
Ye can do nothing but drive me home	P
Wolves wolves you will lie one day	D
Ye are lying even now this very day	D
Wolves in twelves gaunt and gray	D
At the feet of the Shepherd that leads the dams	D
At the feet of the Shepherd that carries the lambs	D
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And now that I see you with my mind's eye	N
What are you indeed my mind revolves	D
Are you are you verily wolves	D
I saw you only through twilight dark	G
Through rain and wind and ill could mark	G
Now I come near are you verily wolves	D
Ye have torn but I never saw you slay	D
Me ye have torn but I live to day	D
Live and hope to live ever and aye	N
Closer still let me look at you	O
Black are your mouths but your eyes are true	O
Now now I know you the Shepherd's sheep dogs	D
Friends of us sheep on the moors and bogs	D
Lost so often in swamps and fogs	D
Dear creatures forgive me I did you wrong	G
You to the castle of Love belong	G
Forgive the sore heart that made sharp the tongue	G
Your swift flying feet the Shepherd sends	D
To gather the lambs his little friends	D
And draw the sheep after for rich amends	D
Sharp are your teeth my wolves divine	Q
But loves and no hates in your deep eyes shine	Q
No more will I call you evil names	D
No more assail you with untrue blames	D
Wake me with howling check me with biting	G
Rouse up my strength for the holy fighting	G
Hunt me still back nor let me stray	D
Out of the infinite narrow way	D
The radiant march of the Lord of Light	I
Home to the Father of Love and Might	I
Where each puts Thou in the place of I	N
And Love is the Law of Liberty	B

George Macdonald

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