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With rainbow wings and gleaming eyes, Seen only beneath Indian skies. At length they stood around the ring, Where stalk'd, unchain'd, the forest king, With eyes of fire and mane erect, As if by human power uncheck'd.

Full ill had spirit borne The wayward mood, the careless scorn, With which his mistress had that day Trifled his happiness away.— His very soul within him burn'd, When, as in chance, her dark eye turn'd On him, she spoke in reckless glee,— "Is there a knight who, for love of me, Into the court below will spring, And bear from the lion the glove I fling?"