The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1877-06-08
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BY Nay BAYARD CLARKE


What care I for the tempest9 What care IfoI
the rain?
If it beat upon nay bosom, would it cool it,
burning painI-
This pain that ne'er has left me since on his
And sobbed my grief at parting as I'd sob my
soul awayl
o Antony Antony Antony when in thy
Shall sacrifice to Eros my glorious woman's
charms,
And burn life's sweetest incense before his
sacred shrine
With the living fire that flashes from thine
o when shall feel thy kisses rain down upon
AS a queen of love and beauty. lie in thy
Notwithstanding. as only woman
When she's q willing captive in the conquer
AS he towers god above her, and to yield is
not defeat,
For love can own no victor, If love with love
shall meet2
1 stiIl have regal splendor, I still have queen
ly power,
And-more than all-unfaded is woman's glo-
riOus dover,
But what care for pleasure? what's beauty
to me now,
Since love no longer places his crown upon
my brow?
I have tasted Its elixir, its fire has through
me flashed,
But when the wine gIowed brightest from my
eager lip twas dashed.
And would give all Egypt but once to feel
Which thrills through all my being whene'er
meet his kiss;
The tempest wildly RACES, my hair is wet
with rain,
But it does not still my longings, nor cool my
burning pain,
For natures storms are nothing to the raging
When it burns with jealous frenzy beyond a
I fear not pale OctaVia-that naughty Roman
dame
My lion of the desert-my Antony can tame.
fear NO Persian beauty, l fear no Grecian
The world holds not the woman of whom
am afraid.
But Pm Jealous of the rapture tasted in his
And would not that another should share
with me that bliss.
No joy would deny him, let him Gull it where
he will,
So that he feels forever, when he loves nectar
sips,
Twas sweeter-sWeeter-swee when tasted
on my lips;
So that all other kisses, since he has drawn
Shall be unto my loved as ''water after wine'
Awhile let Caesar fancy OctaVla's pallid
Can hold Rome's proudest consul captive in
her arms,
Her cold embrace but brightens the memory
of mine,
And for my warm caresses he in her arms
shall pine.
Twas not for love he sought her, but for her
princely dover;
She brought him Casar's friendship, she
brought him kingly power
should have bid him take he had he my
counsel sought,
I've but to smile upon him, and all her charms
are naught;
For would scorn to hold him by but single
hair,
Save his own longing for me when Pm no
longer there;
And 1 viii show you, Roman, that for one
" ife-fame-ani even honor tn him shall
nothing bel
Throw wide the window, Isis-fling perfumes
And bind the lotus blossoms again upon my
The rain has ceased it weeping, the driving
storm is past,
And calm are natures pulses, that lately
Gone as my Jealous frenzy, and Eros reigns
The only god e'er worshipped by Eygpt's
naughty queen.
With AnthOny-my loved-I'n kneel before
Till the loves of Mars and Venus are naught
to his and mine;
And down through coming ages, in every land
With them shall Cleopatra and Antony be
sung.
Burn sandal wood and cassia, let the vapor
round me wreathe,
And mingle with the incense the lotus bios
SONS breathe.
Let India's spicy odors. and Persia's perfumes
Be waited on the pinions OF Egypt's fragrant
air.
With the signing of the night breeze, the
rivers ripping flow,
Let me hear the notes of music in cadence
soft and low.
Draw round my couch the curtains; I'd battle
my soul in sleep;
feel its gentle languor upon me slowly creep.
y let me cheat my senses with dreams OF
future bliss,
In fancy feel his presence, in fancy taste his
kiss,
In fancy nestle closely against his throbbing
heart,
And throw my arms around him, no moreno
more TO part.
HushI hushI his spirits pinions are rustling
in my ears;
He comes upon the tempest to calm my jeal-
GUS fears;
He comes upon the tempest in answer to my
call,
Wife-fame-and even honor-for me he leaves
them all;
And royalty I'll welcome my lover to my
side.
have won him. have won him from Cesar
and his Dridel