Elinor Wylie (Элинор Уайли)

The Lion and the Lamb

I saw a Tiger’s golden flank, 
I saw what food he ate, 
By a desert spring he drank; 
The Tiger’s name was Hate.

Then I saw a placid Lamb 
Lying fast asleep; 
Like a river from its dam 
Flashed the Tiger’s leap.

I saw a lion tawny-red, 
Terrible and brave; 
The Tiger’s leap overhead 
Broke like a wave.

In sand below or sun above 
He faded like a flame. 
The Lamb said, ”I am Love; 
Lion, tell your name.”

The Lion’s voice thundering 
Shook his vaulted breast, 
”I am Love. By this spring, 
Brother, let us rest.”

1. The Lost Path
2. Escape
3. Quarrel
4. Nadir
5. The Falcon

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