'Frowning, frowning night, 29
O'er this desart bright,
Let thy moon arise
While I close my eyes.'
Sleeping Lyca lay 33
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
View'd the maid asleep.
The kingly lion stood, 37
And the virgin view'd,
Then he gambol'd round
O'er the hallow'd ground.
Leopards, tygers, play 41
Round her as she lay,
While the lion old
Bow'd his mane of gold.
And her bosom lick, 45
And upon her neck
From his eyes of flame
Ruby tears there came ;
While the lioness 49
Loos'd her slender dress,
And naked they convey'd
To caves the sleeping maid.
And . . . lick] And her breast did lick DGR, WMR, EY, Muir's facsim.
(SoHgs of In.) The Little Girl Found All the night in woe Lyca's parents go Over vallies deep, While the desarts weep. See note to ' The Little Girl Lost,'
