The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1866-04-20
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CLEOPATRA.

/ dreamed | was with my Anthony,
And in his arms | lay.
All, me! the vision has vanished
Its music has died away;
The hame and the perfume have perished-
As this spiced aromatic pastille
That wound the blue smoke Of its odor
Is now but an ashy hill.
Scatter upon mo roso-leaves,
They cool me after my sleep,
And with sandal odors fan me
Till into my veins tev creep;
Reach down the lutte, and play me
melancholy tune,
TO rhyme with the dream that has vanished,
And the slumbering afternoon.
There browsing in golden sunlight,
Loiters the slow smooth Nile,
Through slender pRpyri, that cover
The sleeping crocodile.
The lotus lols on the water.
And opens its heart Of gold,
And over its broad leaf-payement
Never a ripple rolled.
The twilight breeze is too lazy
Those feathery palms to wave,
And yon little cloud is as motionless
As stone above grave.
Ah, me this lfeess nature
Opprcsses my heart and brain
Oh, for a storm and thunder
For lightning and wild fierce rain
Fling down that utc-I hate i'll
Take rather this buckler and sword
And crash and clash them together
Till this sleeping world is stirred.
Hark to my India beauty
My cockatoo creamy white,
With roses under his feathers
That fash across the light.
Look listen, as backward and forward
To his hoop of gold he clings.
How he trpmhlpS with nnliffpd
And shrieks as he madly swings
Oh, cockatoo, shrek for Anthony
Cry, Come, my love, come hOme!"
Shrek, Anthony Anthony Anthony
Till he hears you even in Rome.
There leave me-and take from my chamber
That wretched little gazelle.
With its bright black eyes so meaningless,
And its silly tinklng bell
Take him-my nerves he vexes-
I The thing without blood or brain
Or, by the body Of Isle,
I'll snap his thin neck in twain
Leave me to gaze at the landscape,
Mistily stretching away,
Where the afternoons opaline tremors
O'cr the mountains quivering~ play,
Till fcrcer spendor of sunset
Pours from the West its fire,
Aud melted as in crucibe,
Their earthly forms expire;
And the bald blear skull of the desert
With glowing mountains is crowned,
That burning like molten jewels
Circle its temple round.
/ will lie and dream of the past-time,
1Eons of thought away,
And through the jungle of memory,
Loosen my fancy to play;
Where smooth and velvety tiger,
Ribbed with yellow and black,
Supple and cushiontfooted,
l wandered where never the track
OF human creature had rustied
The silence of mighty woods,
And fierce in a tyrannous freedom,
l knew but the law of my mood.
The elephant, trumpeting, started,
When he heard my footsteps near,
And the spotted giraffe fled wildly
In a yellow cloud of fear.
i sucked in noontile's splendor,
Quiverng along the glade,
Or yawning, painting and dreaming,
J Basked in the taInarisk shade,
Till heard my wild mate roaring,
As the shadows of night came on.
To brood in the trees thick branches
And the shadow of sleep was gone
Then l reused and rose in answer,
And unsheathed from my cushioned feet,
My curviug claws, and stretched me,
And wandered my mate to greet.
We toyed in the amber moonlight,
Upon the warm fiat sand
How powerful he was and grand;
His yellow eyes flashed fercey
AS he crouched and gazed at me.
And his quivering tail, like serpent,
Twitched, curling nervously,
Then like a storm he seized me,
With wild triumphant cry,
And we met as two clouds in heaven
When the thunders before them fly.
We grappled and struggled together,
For his love like his rage was rude
And his teeth in the swelling folds of my neck
AT times in our play drew blood.
Often another suitor-
For | was fexile and fair
Fought for me in the moonlight,
While lay crouching there,
Till his blood was drained by the desert,
And ruffled with triumph and power,
He licked me and lay beside me
To breathe him a vast half hour,
Then down to the fountain we lOitered,
Where the antelopes came TO drink;
Like bolt we sprang upon them,
Ere they had time to shrink,
We drank their blood and crushed them,
And tore them limb from limb,
And the hungriest lion doubted
Ere he disputed with him.
That was a life to livs for!
Not this weak human life,
With its frivolous, bloodless passions,
Its poor and petty strife
Come 10 my arms, my hero,
The shadows of twilight grow.
And the tigers ancient ferceness
In my veins begins to flow.
Come not cringing to sue me!
Take me with triumph and power,
As a warrior that storms a fortress
l will not shrink or COVER,
Come as you came in the desert,
Ere we were women and men,
When the tiger passions were in MS,
And love as Won loved me then