William Blake's

Songs of Experience


Plate 7


The Little Girl Lost

(Conclusion)

Leopards, tygers play,
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old,
Bow'd his mane of gold.

And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of Bame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness,
Loos'd her slender dress.
And naked they convey'd
To caves the sleeping maid.

The Little Girl Found

All the night in woe,
Lyca's parents go:
Over vallies deep,
While the desarts weep.

Tired and woe-begone,
Hoarse with making moan:
Arm in arm seven days,
They trac'd the desart ways.

Seven nights they sleep,
Among shadows deep:
And dream they see their child
Starved in desart wild.

Pale thro' pathless ways
The fancied image strays,

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