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In tangled depths the jungles spread Around the solitary scene, The lurking panther's sullen tread Marks the wild paths of the ravine;

Here too the fierce hyena prowls, Haunting the dark Jheel's broad lagoon, And here, at eve, the wolf-cub howls, And famished jackalls bay the moon.

Its scorching breath the hot wind pours Along the arid waste; and loud, The storm-fiend of the desert roars, When bursts the sable thunder-cloud,