Psychologies

by Sir Ronald Ross

And all these lands be yours. Thus, with this kiss

I seal it.

Gorm. Away!

Icelin. Gorm. Away!What?

Gorm. Icelin. Gorm. Away!What?Wolf!

Icelin. Gorm. Icelin. Gorm. Away!What?Wolf!What?

Gorm. Icelin. Gorm. Icelin. Gorm. Away!What?Wolf!What?Wolf, wolf, wolf!

Your teeth are white but pointed like a wolf’s.

Your face is white but both your lips are red—

So bleeding red! I have my sword—away!