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The Little Girl Lost
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.
Written by: William Blake

Book: Shattered Sighs