Leopards, tigers, play Bowed his mane of gold, And her breast did lick While the lioness Loosed her slender dress, THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND. LL the night in woe Lyca's parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, Arm in arm, seven days They traced the desert ways. Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep, And dream they see their child Starved in desert wild. Pale through pathless ways Rising from unrest, The trembling woman pressed In his arms he bore Her, armed with sorrow sore Till before their way A couching lion lay. Turning back was vain: Smelling to his prey; When he licks their hands, They look upon his eyes, On his head a crown, "Follow me," he said; "Weep not for the maid; Then they followèd Where the vision led, And saw their sleeping child Among tigers wild. To this day they dwell In a lonely dell, Nor fear the wolvish howl Nor the lion's growl. 66 THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER. LITTLE black thing among the snow, Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe! "Where are thy father and mother? Say!" 'They are both gone up to the church to pray. "Because I was happy upon the heath, "And because I am happy and dance and sing, And are gone to praise God and his priest and king, Who make up a heaven of our misery." NURSE'S SONG. M HEN the voices of children are heard on the green, W 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, Your spring and your day are wasted in play, THE SICK ROSE. ROSE, thou art sick! In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy |