Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1877-11-24

nr MARY BArARD CLARKE.

CLEORATRA'S SOLkLOQUN.
BY MARY BAYARD CLARKE.
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what care !. lor the tsmpests what care
Ifit beat upon my bosom, would it cool its
This pain that fne'er has left me since on his
And sobbed my grief at parting as I'd sob
q Antony Antony Antony when in thy
circling arms
Shall sacrifice to Erosmy glorious woman's
And burn LIES sweetest incense before his
sacred shrine
With the living IRE that nashed nom thine
eyes into mine?
O when shall 1 feel thy kisses rain down
As queen OF love and beauty, I lie in thy
embrace,
Melting elting-melting, as a woman
When she a willing captive in the conquer
AS he towers a god above her, and to yield
For love can own no victor, If love with love
shall meet?
I stiii have regal splendOr, / stin have
AndHmore than aII-unfaded Is woman's
glorious dover.
But what care for pleasure what's beauty
70 me now,
Since Love no longer places his crown upon
g I have tasted its elixir, its fire has through
me flashed,
But when the wine glowed brightest, rom
my eager lip twas dashed.
And j would give ali Egypt but once to feel
the bliss
Which thrills through all my being when 'er
The tempest wildly RACES, my hair is wet
with rain.
And IL does not still my longing nor cOol
my
For Natures storms are nothing 20 the rag
When il burns with jealous frenzy beyond
a queens control.
Ifear not pale Octavia-that naughty Roman
dame
Ny lion OF the desert-my Antony can
tame.
j fear no Persian beauty, fear no Grecian
The world holds not the woman of whom I
But I'm Jealous Of the rapture tasted in his
kiss,
And would not that another should share
with me that bliss.
No Joy would deny him, let him Gull it
where he viii,
So, mistress OF his bosom is Cleopatra
So that he feels forever, when he Loves
Twas sweeter, sweeter, sweeter when tasted
on my lips.
So that all other kisses, since he has drawn
In mine
Shall be unto my loved as "water after
Awhile let Cesar fancy Octavias' paIlid
charms
Can hold Kome's proudest consul a 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 Ceesar's friendship, she
brought him kingly power.
should have bid him take her had he my
counsel sought,
I've but to smile upon him, and all her
For / would scorn 70 hold him by but a
Save his own longing for me when I'm no
longer there.
And will show you, Roman, that for one
kiss from me
Wife-fame--and even honor to him shall
nothing be
Throw wide the window, IsiS-ning per-
fumes DER me now,
And bind the lotus blossoms again upon
my brow.
The rain has ceased its weeping, the driving
storm is past,
And calm are Natures pulses that lately
Gone is my jealous frenzy, and Eros reigns
The only God e'er worshipped by Egypt's
naughty AuVCAs
With Antony-my loved-I1I knell before
TIL the loves OF Mars and Venus are naught
to his and mine;
And now through coming ages, in every
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 breath;
Let midas spicy odors and Persias per-
Be waited ON the pinions of Egypt's fra
grant 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 its curtains I'd battle
my soul in sleep;
feel its gentle languor upon me slowly
creep.
o! let me cheat my senses with dreams of
In fancy feel his presence, IL. fancy taste his
In fancy nestle closely against his throbbing
heart,
And throw my arms around him, no more,
no more to part.
Hush hush his spirits piniOns are rust
ling in my ears;
He comes upon the tempest to calm my
de comes upon the tempest in answer to
my cell,
Yife-iame-sand even honor-for me he
iesVeFthenI all
And royalty III welcome my lover to my
side,
! have won him-I have won him nom
Caesar and his bride.