De Ligurra
YOU
fear,
Ligurra
-
above
all,
you
long
-
That
I
should
smite
you
with
a
stinging
song.
This
dreadful
honour
you
both
fear
and
hope
-
Both
all
in
vain:
you
fall
below
my
scope.
The
Lybian
lion
tears
the
roaring
bull,
He
does
not
harm
the
midge
along
the
pool.
Lo!
if
so
close
this
stands
in
your
regard,
From
some
blind
tap
fish
forth
a
drunken
barn,
Who
shall
with
charcoal,
on
the
privy
wall,
Immortalise
your
name
for
once
and
all.