The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1890-05-18
CARMEN SYLTA'S POEMA
The Queen of RoumnnIa Reads Verses to
Her Men of Science.


An event unique in the modern history OF
European letters took place in Bucharest last
Easter Sunday. The beautiful Queen of Rou-
mania. the Carmen sylvia OF the Continental
literary world. appeared before the white
haired and hite-bearded members OF the
Roumanian Academy OF Sciences in their great
Senate room and read to them an original
poem. She sat on tho platform between the
King and Crown Prince Ferdinand in the
midst OF the wisest men of her country. She
was attired in black, and held in her hand the
scroll bearing her verses. The King opered
the sitting by describing briefly tho Significance
OF tho occasion. II was the first time, no sad
that q Queen had taken active part in tho pro-
ceedings of a high scientific institution. He
then introduced the Queen, who preiaced the
reading OF her poem thus:
When. n few days ago. the members OF tho
Academy. and particularly their gifted Pres-
dent NJ. Coganiceano. Minister President.
invited me to say few words before this as
scmby Of scientific men, answered at first
with the Apostle: Wt.iier taceat in ecciesid.'
woman should preserve silence in public.
And. although have not altered my opinion
and will always MAINTAIN that woman'S work
should he IN Lcr home and that n womans
voice sounds sweet and benutiiul only at her
own hearth an, NJ her own children, believe
/ can come befor" YOU to-day with nerfect con-
sistoncy. God h"s broghcnel my hearth. My
deur land, with rs great troops OF children
with all my Noumanians, has become to mo
Que grand. beloved hearth. am speaking here
before you now because feel that am still at
my own hearth ami among my own children.
What shall road to YOU Is only tale. a tale
OF dragons and bold heroes. Although hold
no spindle in the hand as tell II, will try TO
spin for you thread SO stout and fine that the
attentive listener may mako from 1t a firm and
beautiful CLOTH
After these words the Queen read In low.
clear penetrating voice, long since famous
among her subjects The Poets Dream" an
The poet lay ON couch in n great hall OPEN
ing into n garden. The wine lie had drunk 10
rel refresh hlm lf2m the fatigue ., ride through
veins ike soDE." and he slept. Night sank
over HIM. There was a grooming In tho gar
den. u crunchlng on the STOPS, croaklnE at
was before his couch. Tho poet sprang toward
a closed door to make his escape. Tho mon
ster was there before him. He dragged him
self TO 4 second and n third door but each time
found his o-ress barred by tho monster. Al
the last door he recognized the creature
before him as hi7 own cowaIdiep. lIo
tho opening door, down y black corridor amid
The thunder and the storm. the darling OF
!ighlnlpg' and the shaking 2, the walls. from
grasped it and it raised him through tho rocks
70 tower up the rotten rungs OF a swaying
ladder TO mountaIp heights, and 20 u rotted
~ sinking roof Then the pQot heard voice:
, Look al mo. DO YOU not know mey" lie
looked; and In armor beside him stood his Ego.
with white, distorted face. great vacant eyes
Gus as the abyss beneath: and the voice spoke
am your pride. DO You not trenIDle before
me DO you not se-o Wo are too heavy for this
ssW ava \ Ladder you and your pride Look
Tho poet looked. Tho mailed hand struck
him. and no fell fRintinG into the blaeknOss