If her heart does ache, Then let Lyca wake; Frowning, frowning night, O'er this desert bright Let thy moon arise, While I close my eyes.' Sleeping Lyca lay While the beasts of prey, Come from caverns deep, The kingly lion stood Leopards, tigers, play While the lion old Bow'd his mane of gold, And her breast did lick While the lioness Loos'd her slender dress, And naked they conveyed To caves the sleeping maid. THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND. ALL the night in woe Lyca's parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, They tread the desert ways. Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep, And dream they see their child Starved in desert wild. Pale thro' pathless ways Rising from unrest, The trembling woman prest She could no further go. In his arms he bore Her, armed with sorrows sore; Till before their way A couching lion lay. THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER. A LITTLE black thing among the snow, 'Because I was happy upon the heath, 'And because I am happy and dance and sing, 'They think they have done me no injury, 'And are gone to praise God and His Priest and King, Who make up a heaven of our misery.' NURSE'S SONG. WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring and your day are wasted in play, THE SICK ROSE. O ROSE, thou art sick! Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. |