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The Lion’s Skeleton

By Charles Tennyson Turner (1808–1879)

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.