Evening wolves
Cush's stones are crying yet
Forth from the wall to Habakkuk,
And from the wood the answering beam
Cries yet of the appointed time
Still tarrying and of old resolves
Of wind, and sand, and evening wolves.
(from "Watt" by Samuel Beckett)
But don't bother trying to find that in the American edition of Watt -- it was censored.