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Poem	In futurity I prophesy see. That the earth from sleep. (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her maker meek: And the desart wild Become a garden mild. In the southern clime, Where the summers prime Never fades away; Lovely Lyca lay. Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told, She had wandered long. Hearing wild birds song. Sweet sleep come to me Underneath this tree; Do father, mother weep.-- "Where can Lyca sleep". Lost in desert wild Is your little child. How can Lyca sleep. If her mother weep. If her heart does ake. 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 gambolled round O'er the hallowed ground: 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 flame, Ruby tears there came; While the lioness Loos'd her slender dress, And naked they convey'd To caves the sleeping maid.
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