|Sidney Lanier composed this poem in Baltimore, Maryland in 1881, just a few days before he passed away. In the volume of his poems published posthumously and edited by his wife, this poem was characterized as an “unrevised pencilling.”|
O Hunger, Hunger, I will harness thee
And make thee harrow all my spirit’s glebe.
Of old the blind bard Herve sang so sweet
He made a wolf to plow his land.
|This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.|