The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1876-01-12
ZENOBIA.
BY LUCY HIcKcox i.


Queen OF Palmyra, living as you do
In old Romes history, = tragtr poem, rue
You seem being destined now, as then, -,
To take the reverence, seorn the hearts OF me M
see you now, "a you were seen Ofold;
Wild in the chase. a huntress ever bold;
See the swift trium Oh 1ighs your flashing eyes
As from your bow the unerring arrow HES
AGAIN L ZEE you a woman fair,
With quiet yes and soft ia xuriant nalr'
Teaching your boys whateer your soui III nv
deem
Befitting them, the sons of such queen
With them for hours, conVersing AL the Whue
In every Tongue from Rome unto the Nile.
Aroin T sea YOU. with your heart all riven,
W. 1ir9 for MIN whose love to you was given;
Al So ere ears are dry, your We ngeance rise
And offer uD a human sac 1hce.
Once uoye see you.and can clearly trace
a strange ambition l. vour eager facs,
As at the van of iegio1s of your braves
Non has en- them 10 victory and their graves.
Won 90 and conquer, then at home again
1ou cali another legion of brave men,
Vino vanouish men and countries, Till they die,
Giving to you the eXuitant Victory
Then comes to YOU a mad'ning keen desire
AS conquest ever sends ambition hlgber,
You long TO leave Palmyra, our proud nome,
And with Imperial purple dra e yo1r throne
Al mes rich capitol your thought IS hearoI
Lip spesk 10 lip, till Romes great heart Is
Even en- oeror's tremble at Zsnobis's name,
Knowing fail vel what power has given you
fame.
The Roman soldiers gathe-, and they go
Led by Aurel an tow nd his warning Zoe;
You hear TIN ir coming. and with tireiess feet,
hush on with daun less valor, 70 defeat.
A thous nd SHE d ref CT your beau eous lace
Asyou az vance to tax your aceu stomsd place;
Ten thousand hearts a strange n5w courage
feel,
And throb impassioned meath the cleaning
steel,
Saiutes the woman he could never hate;
You scorn his wish for peace, with quick drawn
You'll - aIe the Roman Empire, else meet
DEATH"
Aqatn. I see your proud face leaden white,
As your swift camel skins the ground in flight;
i see the Roman h rSe in hot pur ut'f
And see You courage fail, your pale lips mute;
see you taken in that frepzied heat
And cast a CAPTIVE at Azure Ian $ Iest.
And clanor Ioud and louder for Your life;
You weeping, pead-lost queen, so oft inhu-
Ana act frightened child far more than wo-
You cast the censure on the friends you've
And give their lives thereby, to save your own.
At lest. see you having led from far,
Aureli an 5 capfiveS with the SDO1ls OF war;
You, TOO. CAPTIVE, with re uctant feet
March with the men with whom you met de
feat.
Il sad eyed slave before you bears the weight
OfgOlden fettsTs telling Your sad fac;
Your few ell, are upon you and they beam
As ffom your downcast eyes they catch th'
gleam;
You. cuaTiot 1oliows, am the charioteer
Sees not our scornful face-its hidden sneer;
He no DIS the restless horses, fretted till they
foam,
And 10 lows close upon you into Rome.
The streets are loud wi h tumult; hosts elate
With weIl-earned victory thTOng the palace
gate.
Eager, exultant; vet as you advance
The ne se is stills d, an1 every eye entfanced
BY the rare beaufy and the Wond rOus grace
OF your ID oud form and pale. defiant iace.
The throng gives way, and like heavy tide
Dividing, 40 DIS Itself on either side;
You 9th the ii ed procession pass along
Throug5 the imperial gate, beyond the throng
You reach the capitol; all reversed your dream
You enter there q captive-not a queen.