Poem by Charles Tennyson Turner

The Lion’s Skeleton

HOW long, O lion, hast thou fleshless lain?
  What rapt thy fierce and thirsty eyes away?
First came the vulture; worms, heat, wind, and rain
  Ensued, and ardors of the tropic day.
I know not—if they spared it thee—how long
  The canker sate within thy monstrous mane,
  Till it fell piecemeal, and bestrewed the plain,
Or, shredded by the storming sands, was flung
Again to earth: but now thine ample front,
  Whereon the great frowns gathered, is laid bare;
The thunders of thy throat, which erst were wont	
  To scare the desert, are no longer there:
Thy claws remain; but worms, wind, rain, and heat
Have sifted out the substance of thy feet.

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2. East or West?
3. From Harvest to January
4. The Buoy-Bell
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