Author Alexander Pope Our lion once did roar, and look so grim, That his own shadow durst not follow him; But now, he's so dejected and dismay'd, He cannot face the shadow of his shade. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments