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 56 'If her heart does ache,

Then let Lyca wake;

If my mother sleep,

Lyca shall not weep.

'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,

View'd the maid asleep.

The kingly lion stood

And the virgin view'd.

Then he gambol'd round

O'er the hallow'd ground;

Leopards, tigers, play

Round her as she lay,

While the lion old

Bow'd his mane of gold.

And her breast did lick

And upon her neck,

From his eyes of flame,

Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness

Loos'd her slender dress,

And naked they conveyed

To caves the sleeping maid.