New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1871-09-17
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OFFICIAL JOURNAL OF new ORLEANS
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OFFICIAL JOURNAL OF NEW 0RlEA
CLEOPATRA.
The following poem, from the pen of ,
gifted Story, is one Of the most power
pieces of description ever written in I,
English language, and always finds an
rzeeiative circle Of admirers:
aere, Chairman take my bracelets
They bar with purple stain
Ny arms. Turn over the pillows,
They are hot where have lain.
Open the lattice wider,
gauze Ger my bosom throw
And let ME inhale the 0dors
That over the garden TOW,
cdreAmed was with my Antony,
And in his 2rms lay.
NJ me, the vision has vanished
lts music has died away;
ree fame and the perfume have persisted
IL that Spiced aromatic pAetilie,
fhSt wound the blue smoke of its odor
fs now but an ashy hill.
scatter upon me rose leaves
They cool me after sleep
And with sandal OdOrs fan me
Till into my veins they creep.
beach down the lutte and play me
TO rhyme with the dream that has vanished,
And the Numbering afternoon
There drowsing in golden sunlight
Letters the low smooth Nile;
Md slender papyn that cover
The lotus Tolls on the water
And opens lite heart Of gold,
And over its broad leaf pavement
Never . ripple 10 rolled.
The twilight breeze is too lazy
Those feathery palms to wave,
And yOn little cloud 10 as m0tiOuless
Inn 0h
Ali me, this lifeless nature
Expresses my heart and brain,
OH for q storm, and thunder
R0r lightning. and wild, fierce rain.
Fling down that lute-I hate it;
Take rather his buckler and sword,
And crash them and clash them together
Till this sleeping world is stirred.
lark to my Indian beauty.
Ny c0ckatOo creamy white
With roses under his feathers,
That flashes across the light.
Eooki listen! as backward and forward
70 his hoop Of gold he clngs,
Aow he trembles with crest uplifted,
And shrieks - he madiy swings.
Oh c0ckatO0 shrek for Antony,
Cry, Come, my love! come home"
Eariek, Antony! Antony! Antony
TIL he hears you even ct Rome.
There! leave me. And take from nv chamber
That wretched little gazelle
With its bright black eyes 90 meaningless,
And its silly tinkling bell
Take him! my nerves he vexes,
That thing without blood or brair,
III, BY the body Of Isis,
IN snap his thin neck in twain.
Leave me to gaze on the landscape
4istily stretching away.
Where the afternoons opaline tremors
TIL the iercer splendOr Of sunset
Pours from the west its fire,
And melted - in crucible,
Their earthly forms expire;
And the bald, blear skull Of the desert
Win glowing mountains 10 crowned,
That burning like molten jewels
Circles its temples round.
viii lie and dream of the pastine
Eons Of thought away,
Ard INTO the jungle Of memory
Loosen my fancy to play,
When smooth and velvety tiger,
Ribbed with yellow and black,
Supple and cushion footed.
wandered where never the track
IN human creature had rusted,
The silence of mighty woods
Ard fierce in Q tyrann0us freedom,
knew but the law Of my moods
The elephant trumpeting etarted
When he heard my footsteps near.
Aad the spotted girAffes fed wildly
IN yellow cloud of fear.
sucked in the noontide splendor
Quivering along the glade,
Or painting, yswning and dreaming
Backed in the tamaIlsk's shade
I'LL heard my wild mate roaring
AO lac Dud0OWb OF night came
To brood in the trees thick branches
ana the shadow OF sleep was gone.
Then reused me and roared in answer,
And unsheathed from my cushioned feet
nay curving claws and stretched me,
And wandered my mate to greet;
Ne tOyed in the amber moonlight
Upon the warm hat sand,
ma struck at each other our massive arms
How powerful he was and grand.
We Grappled and struggled together
70 rI,da
Ind in his teeth In the swelling folds of nv neck
, AZ times, in our play, drew blood.
Often another sutton, for I was fexile and fair,
Fought for me in the moonlight
While lay crouching there, |
TIL his blood was drained by the deeert
And ruf1ed with triumph and power,
10 licked me and lay beside me
TO breathe him. vast halt hour.
Then down to the fountain We loitered,
Where the antelopes wandered to drink,
Rre they had time to shrink
We drunk their blood and crushed them,
And tore them limb from limb,
md the hungriest lion doubted
Ere he disputed with him.
hat was life to live for!
Not this human weak life,
With its frivolous, bloodless passions
tts poor and Petty strife.
ONE to my arms, my hero,
The shadows Of twilight grow,
nd the tigers ancient ierceness
In my veins begin to how.
0me, not cringing to sue me,
Take me in triumph and power
. warrior storms O fortress,
I viii not shrink or COVER
ome az you came in the desert
Ere we were women and mel
hen the tiger passions were in US,
AND love as you loved me then.