The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1877-10-21
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ny MARY BAyARD CLARKE.

sY MARY BAyARD CLARKE. ~ ~
What care I for the tempest'. What care. for
If 1t beat upon my bosom, would 1t cool Its
This pain ,t6at neor has left me since on his
And sobbed my grief at parting as I'd sob my
o, Antony ] Antony 4 Antony /, when in thy cir
Shall sacrifice to Eros my glorious woman s
And burn lifes sweetest incense before his sa-
With tie living fire that flashes from thine eyes
into miner '+f
o. when shall feel thy kisses raia down upon
As o queen Of love and beauty. / lie in thy en-
brace, ~. t.nf y ssy...,f d.
Meltiag-melting melting, rs a woman only
can "a .t.IEFHE.gL..sF - ..fF ~
When she's . willing captive in the conaaering
AS he to- ers god above her. and to yield Is
not defeat. ..EfH IN
For s |Syp Gse own no victor # love with love
I still have regal splendor.I still have queenly
And, more than all, dnfaded is woman's glo4
Z rious DOVER  5 && #t
But what care / for pleasurea what's beauty to.
Since Love no longer places his crown upon.
Ihays tasted its elixir. It's fire has through me
But when the wine glo~ed brightest from my
eager lip twas dashed, :. ,.4 -
And would give oil Egypt but once to feel the
which thrills through all my being whehe'or
The tempest wildly RACES my hair Is wet with
But It does not still my longing nor cool my.
For No urs's s,orms are nothing to the raging
- of my soul - ss-e
When Il urns. with jealous frenzy beyond a
/ fear not pale Octavia--that naughty Roman
My lion Of the desart-my Antony oan tame s' 4
fear no Persian beauty. fear no Grecian
The world holds not the woman OF whom / am
But TN JEALOUS Of the rapture tasted in his
And would pbtthat another should sharewith
me that bliss.
No Joy w2uldI deny him, lot him Gull itwhere
So. mistress OF bis bosom is Cleopatra stills; (
80 thai n, he feels tfofeyer.when he Loves nectar
'Twas sweeter-sweeter- when tasted
So that f al Other Kisses siace he has drawn in
Shall be nuts my loved as "water after wine"
Awhile ler Cesar fancy Octavia's pallid charms
Can hold Rome's proudest consul captive In her
Her cold embrace but brisht the memory Of
And for my warm caresses he In her arms shall
Twas not for love he sought her, but for her
She br,usht him Caesar's friendship, she
brought him klngiy power.
should have bid him take herhad he myeoun-
I've but TO smile upon him, and all her charms
are naught: #-....y..-.a.
Fol, / would scorn to hold him by but single
Save hlsown longing for me when I'm no longer
And will show you. Roman that forrone kiss
Wife-fame- and even honor to him shall moth
ing bel
Throw wide tho window. Isis-fing perfumes
And bind the lotus blossoms again upon my
. The rain has ceased its weeping. the driving
And ca IN are Natures pulses, that lately beat
SO fast. eztsg II 60 wtT y
Gone ID my jealous frenzy. and Eros reigns
The on god e'er worshiped by Egypt's naughty
Queen.
sTill the loves Of Mars and Venus are naught to
And down through coming ages. in every land
witt them son shai Antony be sung
Burn sandal wood and cassia, let the vapor
And mingle with the incense the lotus blossoms
Let midas spicy odors and Persias perfumes
Be waited on the pinions Of Egypt's fragrant
With the signing ofthenight breeze. the rivers
ripping flow, 49,. CO.
Let me hear the notes Of music In cadence soft
Draw round my couch its curtains I'd battle
my soul In sleep; Il
feel it's GENT lanxuor upon me slowly creep
o let me cheat my senses with dreams of future
bliss, e .ty. e "a Fg.a n aya
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. a. u f- - 4.
Hush hushl his spirits pinions are rustlng
in my ears;
He comes upon the tempest o calm my jealous
fears; a. g" 9 F%$
He comes upon the tempest in answer to my
call. -
Wife-fame- and even honor-for me he leaves
them ALL
And royalty ri welcome my lover to my side.
have won him-I have won him from Cesar
X and his bride. n. .a-,.s.