Excerpt from The Lion at the Well At flare of sun, with sullen gun, That dreamed of tiger's vein undone, For blood and fame, I chased for game, Alone. My scribbling feet on earth's fair parchment blotted Until the sun fell smoking out of heaven. No more a circle or a shield, Like wax it melted on the field. The day was wrapped and redly sealed But that same night had things to show to me. O'er highland crag, my legs I drag Nor yet the death of lean-ribbed stag, I lost my gun. My' friendly gun Slipped from me. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.