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Indian Idylls, No. I. [No. 
When from his brow no tell-tale oozings flow, 
The forest elephant’s wild heat to show, 
Ye mark his fury as he rushes by 
In the red lightning of his troubled eye. 
Tlius when his kingly state was laid aside, 
His royal robes and ornaments of pride, 
Ye could not see Dilipa, but to swear 
A king indeed, a glorious king, was there. 
As he moved onwards, beautiful and strong, 
The glad birds hailed him with their gayest song, 
And, shaken by the breeze, young creepers shed 
A coronet of flowers upon his head ; 
From shady coverts, as he passed, the deer 
Gazed on the gentle king, and knew no fear ; 
While, as the breezes filled the tuneful reeds, 
He heard the Wood-Sylphs laud his glorious deeds. 
When faint and sinking ’neath the glare of day, 
A gentle zephyr round his head would play, 
And, stealing dew-drops from the mountain springs, 
Waft cooling odours on its balmy wings. 
Peace reigned around him as the monarch came ; 
Unquenched by showers, the forest ceased to flame ; 
The trees glowed brighter with their fruits of gold, 
The lion slew not, and the fawn was hold. 
When evening came, the Cow and glowing sun 
Turned to their rest, their daily wandering done. 
Now o’er the woods the shades of evening fell : 
The herds of boars forsook the marshy dell ; 
His leafy home the weary peacock eyed, 
And trooping deer to grassy coverts hied. 
Then faint with watching for her lord, the dame 
Forth from the hermitage to meet him came, 
And feasted on his face with eyes that ne’er 
Could quench their growing thirst with gazing there. 
In fairest beauty stood the Cow between 
The splendid monarch and the gentle queen, 
As the soft glory of the evening’s light 
With purest lustre parts the day and night. 
