Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-11-04

that is enough for me; for, doubtless, being honest, thou hast written honestly. There fore, save thou thy reasons and we'll be merry. What shall we do! I could dance to thee--none there are who can dance so well-but 1t would scarce Do aueenly. Nay, have it: will slng." And. leaning for ward, she raised herself and, bending the harp toward her, struck some wandering chords. Then her low voice broke out ip perfect and most sweet song.
 And thus she sang: Night on the sea, and night upon the sky, And music in our hearts, we daated there, Lulled by the low sea voices, thou and I,
 And tho winds kisses in my cloudy hairi And thou ddst gaze on mo and call mo fair Enfolded by the starry robe of night And then thy singing thrilled upon tho air, Voice of the hearts desire and Loves de
 light.
 Adrft, with starlit skies above
 With starlit seas below,
 Wc move with all the suns that move.
 With all the seas that flow;
 For, bond or free, Earth. Sky and Sea
 Wheel With one crcling will.
 And thy heart drifteth on to me,
 And only Time stands still
 Between two shores of Death we drift,
 Behind arc things forgot:
 Before the tide is driving swift
 To lands beholden not.
 Above, the sky is fair and cold;
 Below, the moaning sea
 Sweeps Der the loves that were of old,
 But, o Love kiss thou me.
 Ah, lonely are the ocean ways,
 And dangerous the deep
 And frail the fairy bark that strays
 Above the seas asleep!
 Ah, toll no more at sail nor oar:
 We drift or bond or free;
 On yon far shore the breakers roar,
 But, O Love kiss thou me. And ever as thou sangest drew near,
 Then sudden silence heard our hearts that
 beat,
 For now there was an end of doubt and fear, Now passions filled my soul and led my feet; Then silent ddst thou rise thy love to meet. Who, sinking on thy breast knew naught but thee.
 And in the happy night kissed thee, Sweet An Sweetl between the starlight and the
 
 The last echoes of her rich notes floated flown the chamber and slowly died away {; but in my heart they rolled on and on. have heard among the woman singers at Abouthis voices more perfect than the voice of Cleopatra, but never have heard one so thrilling or so sweet with passlons s honey-notes. And indeed twas not the voice alone; twas the perfumed chamber wherein was set all that could move the sense; twas the passion of the thought and words, and the surpassing grace and oveliness of that most royal woman who sang them. For, as she sang, almost did seem to think that we twain were indeed floating alone with the night, upon the wide, dark, summer sea. And when she ceased to touch the harp, and, rising, sud denly stretched out her arms toward me, and, with the last low notes of song yet 1uivering upon her lips, let fall the wonder of her eyes upon my eyes, almost did she draw me to her. But I remembered, and would not.
 "Hast thou, then, no word of thanks for my poor singing, Harmachis?" she said at length.
 "Yea, o Queen," I answered, speaking very low, for my voice was choked; "but thy songs are not good for the sons of men l to hear-of a truth they ov overwhelm me!' "Nay, Harmachis; for thee there is no fear," she said, laughing softly-''seeing g l that know how far thy thoughts are set from woman's beauty and the common | weakness of thy sex. With cold iron we | may safely toy" thought within myself that coldest iron | can be brought to whitest heat if but the l fire be fierce enough. But said naught, l and, though my hand trembled, once more grasped the dagger's hilt, and, wild with | fear at m, own weakness, set myself to find l a means to slay her while yet my sense re- malned
 "Come hither, Harmachis," she went on, | in her softest voice. "Come, sit by me, and | we will talk together; for I have much to l tell thee." And she made place for me at her sldo upon the silken seat. And I, thinking that l might the more | swiftly strike, rose and seated myself some little way from her, while, flinglng back her head, she gazed on me with her slum. porous eyes.
 | throat and breast were bare, and, with 3 mighty effort, once again lifted my hand to cint'l. tho dagger hilt. But, more quicli