A reindeer head and human breast Prove hunger no mere beast But a yearning, foreign fire all, great To least, carry to life's living feast. Tarry constellations stoop to whisper In ears sharp as fine feathers on a shaft What makes the unbrave whimper And holds the brave man fast: Undulant hills are too lonely To have what raves in every heart-- Too unready to live solely And nurture the dark feast that lasts. Eat my starry heart, my body and my brain! Nothing in Nature's self-renewing fast Can feed what hungering thought may gain From imagination's last and least. With a light, clipped clop Dunning into bright bell the dull rock, The man with reindeer-headed top Hunts the night, nor heeds the cock Rawing dawn into existence, The one near star whose agony stoops To burn us hungry out of inward pense With overwhelming wilderness for crop.