In futurity <br />I prophesy see. <br />That the earth from sleep. <br />(Grave the sentence deep) <br /> <br />Shall arise and seek <br />For her maker meek: <br />And the desart wild <br />Become a garden mild. <br /> <br />In the southern clime, <br />Where the summers prime <br />Never fades away; <br />Lovely Lyca lay. <br /> <br />Seven summers old <br />Lovely Lyca told, <br />She had wandered long. <br />Hearing wild birds song. <br /> <br />Sweet sleep come to me <br />Underneath this tree; <br />Do father, mother weep.-- <br />"Where can Lyca sleep". <br /> <br />Lost in desert wild <br />Is your little child. <br />How can Lyca sleep. <br />If her mother weep. <br /> <br />If her heart does ake. <br />Then let Lyca wake; <br />If my mother sleep, <br />Lyca shall not weep. <br /> <br />Frowning, frowning night, <br />O'er this desert bright. <br />Let thy moon arise. <br />While I close my eyes. <br /> <br />Sleeping Lyca lay: <br />While the beasts of prey, <br />Come from caverns deep, <br />View'd the maid asleep <br /> <br />The kingly lion stood <br />And the virgin view'd: <br />Then he gambolled round <br />O'er the hallowed ground: <br /> <br />Leopards, tygers play, <br />Round her as she lay; <br />While the lion old, <br />Bow'd his mane of gold, <br /> <br />And her bosom lick, <br />And upon her neck, <br />From his eyes of flame, <br />Ruby tears there came; <br /> <br />While the lioness <br />Loos'd her slender dress, <br />And naked they convey'd <br />To caves the sleeping maid.<br /><br />William Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-girl-lost/
