Your breath was shed Invisible to make About the soiled undead Night for my sake, A raining trail Intangible to them With biter's tooth and tail And cobweb drum, A dark as deep My love as a round wave To hide the wolves of sleep And mask the grave.
from The Poems of Dylan Thomas. Copyright © 1946 by New Directions Publishing Corporation. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. All rights reserved.