Page:New poems and variant readings, Stevenson, 1918.djvu/155

Rh IN CHARIDEMUM

DE LIGURRA

fear, Ligurra—above all, you long—

That I should smite you with a stinging song.

This dreadful honour you both fear and hope—

Both all in vain: you fall below my scope.

The Lybian lion tears the roaring bull,

He does not harm the midge along the pool.