Sheepish Lion

 

Deep, deep, deep is the spring

drip, drip, drip, stillness bring

Darkest darkness, the Ravens shout

silence, silence, silence pierced about

low, slow, trembling ground

stalk, stalk, trembling sound

Reverberating, trembling, magnificent beast

my dearest friend our coming feast

Lambert grown a lamb no more

how long have I missed your roar

Rudra Tandava

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllable of recorded time;

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player

hat struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.