William Blake, Songs of Experience: The Little Girl Lost

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