The Norfolk Virginian. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 186?-189?, 1895-12-15
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IT'S vain. FontciusI. AS tho half tam ed ssoed.
Scouting tho tlcsort, lhslles Inadly out 81
And strains and storms nnd struggles to BIO
) Shaking his rafting harness MI about
So. fcrcer for restraint, hero in my brcast
Hot passion RACES, firing every thought.
For what is honor, prudence interest,
To the wild strength or ioYoP oh, best of iifo.
My Joy, bliss, triumph,I glory, my SOULS wifo,
Siy Cleopatra, desire thee so ~
Tint NIL restraints to tho wild winds I throw
Come whit will, como life, COMB death, TO mo
IT'S equal IL again look oil thco.. z. &
Away, Fontcius! Toll her that I rgge u
With madness for hor. Nothing Gun assuago
The strong desire, tho torment, tho fierce
stress ~ 81
Tint whirls my thoughts round md ihflnmcs
my brain 81 ~ Is
But her great ardent cyrs-tiarls eyes TINT Graw
My being to them with u subtle law & +
And an almost divine impcriousness. n 6
Tell hor do not 1.-Two until feel Il. u
The thrill of herwild touch, that through ench
vein l$fZ4 lssl
Electric shoots its lightning, and ngain
Hear those low tones of hers, although they
steal. ass
AS by some serpent charm, my will away
And wreck my manhood.
Oh, Octavinl
This wing galia mo. md Ills worse than vnin1
Life il too short to waste in loves prctoIsc "a
III the bleak shadow of indifference
Ana you-what arc You but CALLING chaina
hate You that cannot hate you more;
Even late for you is only cold and dull Il
Cold as your heart and duh as Is your sensa,
We're you but savage, wicked to the core,
Loss pious, prudiYh, prudent, made 10 rulo
might have loved Or hated more but now
Nothing on earth seems half SO dcndly chill
AS your insipid smile and placid brow
Your glncinl goodness and proprictios
Tell Eiy dear serpent must Hcc her, ill
My eyes with the glad light of her great eyes,
Though death, dishonor anything you will
Stnid i'll the wnyl Aye by my soul, disgrace
1A better III the sun of Egypt's face
Than pomp or power In this tletestcd plnccl
On for the wine my queen alone can pour
From her rich nnturcl Let nc starvc no moro
On tlia weak ,tcpd drink that never warns
My Likelihood, but away with sians and fornsi
Away with Romci One hour in Esypt's oyes
IL worth score of Ro,mun centuries
Away, Fontcius! Tell her till sea
Those eyes do not live: that Rome to mo
Is hateful. Tell licr--nh. know not whatl-
That every Thought and feeling, space and spot,
Is like IN ugly dream where she is not,
All persons plaques, all doings wearisomo,
All talking empty. All these fcasts and
These slaves and courticrs. princes, palaccst
This Caesar, with his selfish aims and ends,
His oily ways and sleek hypocrsics;
This i.cpidus, ard, worse than all by far,
This mnwlSish, pious. prudc Octavil
Arc bonds and fcttcrS tedious rs disease,
Not worth tho parings of her finger nails.
OH, for the breath of Egypt, tho soft nights
OF the voluptuous enst, the dear delights
We tasted there, The lotus pcrlnined gales
Tint dream along the low shores of the Milo
And softly iluttcr in the languid sailsl
Oh. for the queen of NIL, for tho rich smile
That glows like nutumn over her dark face
For hur large naturc, her enchanting grace,
Her arms, that are away 80 many n miiei
Away, Fontcus! Lose no hour make sail;
Weigh anchor on the instnnt: WOO II gale
To blow You to her! Toll her shall be
Close on your very heels across the sea,
Praying That Neptune send mo storms M strong
AS passion il To sweep me swift along
Till the white spray sing whistlng round my
prov
And the waves Gursle meath tho kecl's sharp
pillow. nt
Fly, fly, Fonteiusl When think OF her
My soul within my body is lstir,
My wild blood pulses. and my hot checks glowi
Love with its madness ovcrwhelms me SO
That I-oh, go, sny Fonteius. .gol