Show the circus lion the lion drowses in his gaudy den I 1 think he dreams of things beyond the ken of tinseled shows of animals and men the moonlight trembles on the forest depth the fountain in the palace long hath slept the shadows to the desert edge have crept the clean brown desert sand beyond there lie blotches of malachite and ebony the minaret shines white against the sky A soft wind stirs upon his shaggy mane A magic fragrance blows across the plain borne from the blossom of a crimson tain by one and two gaunt lissome shapes go by all ghostlike pictures to the dreamer e eye he sends them in his sleep a hoarse wild cry the band men play the street boys yell and run the circus wagons glisten in the sun the show moves slowly on the dream la done richard guelph ont |