Wild-eyed, straining, gasping,
Run, tear through the densest brush,
Heedless of thorned twigs rasping,
Or the forest plants that crush.
Panting, dare to glance behind,
Gasp, are they rapid gaining?
Straining, terror fogs the mind,
Run, though human strength is waning,
Why, why, even care to race,
There is no assylum where to go,
None can bear to keep this pace,
Before plummeting to the snow,
Knees give out, fold to a heap,
Hide face with shaking hands and weep