The Poetry Corner

The Captive Lion

By William Henry Davies

Thou that in fury with thy knotted tail Hast made this iron floor thy beaten drum; That now in silence walkst thy little space, Like a sea-captain, careless what may come: What power has brought thy majesty to this, Who gave those eyes their dull and sleepy look; Who took their lightning out, and from thy throat The thunder when the whole wide forest shook? It was that man who went again, alone, Into thy forest dark, Lord, he was brave! That man a fly has killed, whose bones are left Unburied till an earthquake digs his grave.