On his head a crown ; 37
On his shoulders down
Flow'd his golden hair.
Gone was all their care.
' Follow me,' he said, 41
' Weep not for the maid ;
In my palace deep
Lyca lies asleep.'
Then they followed, 4-
Where the vision led,
And saw their sleeping child
Among tygers wild.
To this day they dwell 49
In a lonely dell ;
Nor fear the wolvish howl
Nor the lions' growl.
shoulders] shoulder Wilk, 52 lions'] lions orig. ; lion's all edd.
The Clod and the Pebble ' Love seeketh not Itself to please, i Nor for itself hath any care. But for another gives its ease. And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.' So sung a little Clod of Clay, 5 Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet : Engraved on a single plate from the fair copy on p. 115 (reversed) of the MS. Book. Without title in the MS.
another] another's R'. 4 in] to R^. 5 sung] sang MS. Book,
DGR, WMR, EY. 7 brook] wood R'.
