Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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A lion charmèd on the desert rim;Recent from prey, the blood is on his jaws.
One lifts the mangled carcase and withdraws:
The lion watches in the clear light's swim,
And will not roar, or crouch with chafing limb
Recoiled for spring, but waits in burning pause
Till that relax that laid him 'neath its laws,
So that a noble mildness haunteth him,
A power to stay himself....It doth relax,
And the hyena calls; forth roareth he,
The darkness splits with his jaws' savagery.
Hereafter, in great moods, something he lacks,
Some majesty declined from him—and stands
A sentinel upon the trackless sands.
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