Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1879-06-14

CLGOPATRAs
The following remarkable poem was pu
fshed originally In Erack,cood's Magazine:
Here, Caarlniap. take my bracelets;
They bar v IN purple stain
MY arms. turn over my pillows
They are hot where have lain.
OpeIthe lattice wider,
A gauze or NV bosom throw,
And let me inLale the odors
That over tn garden flow.
Idreamed was with my Antony,
A 40 in his arms lay:
All me! the vision has vanished
Its music has died away.
The flame and the perfume have perished-
As this spiced aromatic pastille
tn 4 wound the bue smoke OF its odor
Is now but an by hill.
Scatter upon me rose leaves.
They cool me after my sleep,
An with sandal doors fan nue.,
Till into my We MS they creep:
Reach down the iu:t, and ,'lay me
melancholy tune.
To rhyme with cream thai has vanished,
And the siumberIns afternooa.
There, browsing in golden sunlight,
Lolters the low, smooth Nile,
Through slender papyra, that cover
The sleeping crocodile:
The lotus Tolls ON tie water,
And opeus e TT of gold,
And over itS broad leaf pavement
Never ripple rolled.
The twilight, DreeZe Is too lazy
hose feathery palms to wave,
And yon little cloud Is as motionless
As a stone above grave.
All, me! this lifeless nature
Expresses my heart and brain,
Oh. for storm AMI thunder
For lightning and wild, fierce rain,
Fling d own that lute-I.hate it,
Take rather his buckler at d sword
And crash them and clash them together.
ILL this sleeping world is stirred
Hark! to my Indian beauty
MY cockatoo, creamy white,
With roses under his feathers-
That ma shes across the light
LOOK; Listen. as backward and forward
10 his hoop of gold he clings:
HOW ne trembles, with crest uplifted
And be shrieks as he madiy swings,
On, cockatoo, shrek for Antony,
sbHnySs lone, nay love. come home!''
LII lie hears you even in Rome.
There-leave me. and take from my chamber
That wretched little gazelie
And its silly tinkling bell!
lake him-L1y nerves he veXes-
The thing without blood or brain
Or, by the body of Isis,
III snap his thin neck in twain,
Leave me to gaze at the landscape
Mistily stretching away
When the afternoons opaiine tremors
yer the mountains Quiver1ng play;
I'LL the tercer splendor of sunset
Pours from the West its fire
And melted as in crucible
Inelr earthly forms expire:
ana the pad, clear skull of the desert
With glowing mountains crowned,
That, burning like molten Jewels,
Circle its temples round
/ will lie and dream of the past time.
lions OF thought away,
And through the jungle of memory
Loosen my fancy to play;
Where smooth and yelvety tiger,
Ribbed with yellow and black,
Supple and cushion-footed,
wandered where never the track
Of human creature had rustled
The silence Of mighty woods,
And fierce in tyrannous freedom,
knew but the law of my moods.
The eleI liant, trumpeting, started
When he heard my footstep near,
And the spotted giraffes fed wildly
In yellow cloud of fear.
l sucked in the noontide splendor,
Qulyerlng along the glade;
Or, yawning, painting and dreaming,
Baked in the tamarisk shade,
Till heard my wild mate roaring,
AS the shadows of nlyht came on
To brood IN the trees thick branches,
And the shadow Of sleep was gone
Then reused and roared in answer,
And unsheathed from my cushioned feet
Ny curving claws, and stretched me,
MA And 1dr wandered I'd re; my mate to greet
Upon the warm fiat sand,
And struck at eac other our massive arms:
How ! owerful he was and grand.
His yellow eyes flashed fiercely
As he crouched and gazed at ne.
And his qu;veriDg tail like serpent,
Twitched, curvIng neryously,
Then, like storm, he seized me,
With wild, triumphant cry,
And We met, as the clouds in heaven,
When the thunders before them iiy.
We grappled and struggled together,
For his love, Ike his rage, was rude;
And his teeth in the swelling folds of my neck
At times, in our play, drew blood.
Often another sutton
For was fexile aud fair
Fought for me in the moonlight
While lay crouching there,
Till his blood was drained by the desert
And ruffied with triumph and power,
He licked me and lay beside me
To breath him vast half hour.
Then down to the fountain We loitered,
Where the antelopes came to drink;
Like bolt We sprang upon them,
Ire they had time to shrink,
We drank their blood and crushed them.
And tore them from limb to limb,
And the huugriest lion doubted
Ere he disputed with him.
That was life to live for!
Not this weak human life.
With its frivolous, bioodless passions
Its poor and petty strife!
Come to my arms, my hero,
The shadows of twilight grow,
And the tigers ancient fierceness
In my veins begins to flow.
Come not cringing to sue me.
Take me with triumph and power,
AS warrior that storms fortress.
l Will not shrink or cover.
Come as you came in the desert,
Ere We were women and men,
When the tiger passions We're in us,