[Bk. Iii. Vi., October, 1846.] A Lion Camped Beside A Spring, Where Came The Bird Of Jove To Drink: When, Haply, Sought Two Kings, Without Their Courtier Herd, The Moistened Brink, Beneath The Palm - They Always Tempt Pugnacious Hands - Both Travel-Sore; But Quickly, On The Recognition, Out Flew Brands Straight To Each Core; As Dying Breaths Commingle, O'Er Them Rose The Call Of Eagle Shrill: "Yon Crown'D Couple, Who Supposed The World Too Small, Now One Grave Fill! Chiefs Blinded By Your Rage! Each Bleach'D Sapless Bone Becomes A Pipe Through Which Siroccos Whistle, Trodden 'Mong The Stone By Quail And Snipe. Folly'S Liege-Men, What Boots Such Murd'Rous Raid, And Mortal Feud? I, Eagle, Dwell As Friend With Leo - None Afraid - In Solitude: At The Same Pool We Bathe And Quaff In Placid Mood. Kings, He And I; For I To Him Leave Prairie, Desert Sands And Wood, And He To Me The Sky." H.L.W.