Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-04
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 "Why lookest thou so wildly, liar. machis!' she said. "Art sick?"
 '.Ay, sick indeed" gasped.
 "Then lean thou upon the cushions and rest thee," she answered, still holding my hand, wherefrom the strength had fled 'sThe fit will surely pass. Too long hast thou labored with thy stars. How soft is the night air that flows from yonder case ment heavy with the breath of lilies Hark to the whisper of the sea tapping against the rocks, that, though faint it is, yet, being so strong, doth almost drown the quick, cool fall of yonder mountain. List to Philomel; how sweet from full heart of love she sings her message to her dear! Surely 'tis lovely night, and most beautiful is natures music sung with hundred voices from wind and trees and birds and oceans wrinkled lips, and yet sung all to tune. Listen, Harmachis; something have guessed concerning thee. Thou, too, art of royal race; no humble blood pours in those veins of thine. Surely such shoot could spring but from the stock of Princesl What! gazest thou at the leaf mark on my breast? Twas pricked there in honor of Osiris, whom with thee I worship. Seer'
 "Let me hence," l groaned, striving to rise; but all ny strength had gone.
 May, not yet awhile. Thou wouldst not leave me yeta Thou cdnst not leave me yet. Harmachis, hast thou never loved9"
 L May, nay, o Queenl What have to do with love! Let me hence! am faint-for- done!"
 ''Never to have loved-'tis strange! Never to have known some woman heart beat all in tune to thine-never to have seen the eyes of thy adored a-swim with passions tears as she sighed her vows upon thy breast! Never to have loved l. never to have lost myself in the mystery of another's soul; nor to have learned how Nature can overcome our naked loneli- ness, and with the golden web of love of twain weave one identitya Why, 'tis never to have lived, Harmachisr'
 And ever as she murmured she drew nearer to me, till at last, with long, sweet sigh, she flung enc white arm about my neck, and gazing upon me with blue, un- fathomable eyes, smiled her dark, slow smile, that, like an opening flower, re- vealed beauty within beauty hidden. Nearer ehe bent her queenly form and still more near-now her perfumed breath played upon my hair, and now her lips met mine!
 And, woe is mel in that kiss, more dead ly and more strong than the embrace of death, were forgotten Isis, my Heavenly Hete, eaths, Honor, Gauntry, Friends, all things save that Cleopatra clasped mo ill her arms and called me Love and Lord.
 ''Now pledge me-" she murEured- 'pledge me one cup of wine in token of thy love.'
 I took the draught, and deep drank; and then too late I knew that it vas drugged.
 Back fell upon the couch, and, though my senses still were with me, l could aeither speak nor rise:
 But Cleopatra, bending over me, drew the dagger from my robe
 "I're aoomI" she cried, shaking back her long hair, "I've won, and for the stake of Egypt-why, twas a game worth playing With this dagger, then, thou wouldst have slain me, 0 my Royal rival, whose myr= midons e'en now are gathered at my paice gate? Art still awakea Now, what Min ders me that should not plunge it t, tAa heart!
 | I heard and feebly pointed to my breast, | for fain was to die. She drew herself to the