National Republican., 1881-08-17
THE NATIONAL REPUBLICAN.
CLEoPATRA.

NY arms. Turn over my pillows;
They are hot where have lain.
Open the lattice wider.
A gauze on my bosom throw,
And let me inhale the odors
That over the garden flow.
I dreamed was with my Antony,
And In his arms / lay;
Alb, me the vision has vanished
It's music has died away.
The flame and the perfume have perished-
That wound the blue smoke of its odor
Is now but an ashy hill.
Scatter upon me rose leaves,
They cool me amer my sleep,
And with sandal Odois ian NE
Till into my veins they creep;
A melancholy tune,
To rhyme with dream that has vanished
And the slumbering afternoon.
There browsing in golden sunlight
LoitCrs the low, smooth Nile,
Through slender papyrn that cover
The sleeping crocodile
The lotus Tolls on the wnter
And opens its heart Of gold,
And over its broad leaf pavement
Never ripple rolled.
The twilight breeze In too lazy
Those fenthery palms TO wnve,
Aud yon little cloud Ia IA motionlcss
AS a stone above grave.
All me this lifeless nature
Oppresses my heart and brainl
Oh, for storm and thunder
For lightning and wild, fierce rain
Fling down that lute--I hatei ~
Take rather his buckler and sword
And crash them and clash them together
TIL this sleeping world Ia stirred.
Hark TO my Indian beauty
Ny cockntoo creamy white,
with roses under his feathers
That flashes across the light
Look listen as backward and forward
10 his hoop Of gold he cllngs.
How he trembles. with crest upilled,
And he qhftpkA lp Dladly RNinus
oh, cockatoo, shrek for Antony
.CIy, Come, my love, come homer
Shrek "Antouy Antony AntonyW
TIL he hears you event Rome,
There-leave me, and take from my chamber
That wretched little gazelc,
With his bright, black eyes so meaningless,
And Its silly unkilng 6ell
Take hlu-Dly nerves lie vcxeS-.
The thing without blood or brain,
Or, by the body Of Isis,
I'll snap bis thin neck In twaini
Leave me to gaze at the landscape,
Mlstily stretching away,
When the ailerneSn's opalipe iremors
I'LL the neTceI splendor Of sunset
PourS nom The west Its fire,
And melted as In crucible
Thelr earthly forms expire;
And the bald, clear skull Of the desert
With glowing mountains crowned.
That burning like molten jewels,
Circle It's temples round.
j will lie and dream OF the past time,
Eons OF thought away.
And through the Jungle Of memory
Loosen my fhncy 10 play,
Where smooth and velvety tiger.
Ribbed with yellow and black.
Supple and CushlOn-footed,
wandered where never the track
Ola human creature had rustled
The silence OF mighty woods.
And heroe In tyrpnnous freedom.
i knew but the law OF my moods.
The elephant, trumpeting, started
When he heard my foolstep near,
And the spotted giraffes fed wildly
Ina yellow cloud OF fear.
sucked in the noontide splendor,
Quive-ing along the glade,
or. yawnlng, painting, and dreaming,
Basked In the tamarisk shade,
I'LL heard my wild mate roaring,
As the shadows OF night came on,
10 brood IN the trees thick branches
Then reused and roared Ia answer.
And unsheathed from my cushioned feet
My curvng claws, and stretched mo,
And wandered my mate 10 greet
We toyed in the amber moonlight
Upon tho warm fiat sand.
And struck az each other our massive arms
His yellow eyes flashed nercely
AS he crouched ana gazed at me.
And his qulverlng tail, like serpent,
Then like storm he seized me,
with wild. Triumphant cry,
And we met rs the clouds In heaven
When The thunders before them fy,
We grappled and struggled together,
For his love, like his rage, WAS rude:
And his teeth In the swelling iolds of my neck
AT times In our play drew blood.
Olten another sultor-
For was ilexile and fair
Fought for me IN the moonlight,
While lay crOuchng there.
Till his blood was drained by the desert,
And rullled with triumph and power
He licked me and lay beside me
To breathe him vast half hour.
Then down 10 the fountain we lolcred,
Where the antelepes came to drink:
Like q bolt we esprang upon them
Ere they had time TO shrink.
We drank their blood and crushed them
Aud tore them from limb to limb,
And the hungriest lion doubted
Ere he disputed with him.
That was life TO live for!
Not this weak human life,
With It's frivolous boOdlcss passions,
It's poor and petty strife
Come to my arms, my hero
The shadows OF twilight grow,
And the tigers ancient hcrceness
In my veins begins TO flow.
Come not Crtnging TO sue me
Tnko me with triumph and power,
AS a warrior that storms fortress
/ will not shrink or cover.
Come rs you came In the desert,
Ere we were women and men,
When the tiger passions were In us,
And love as you loved me then!