I saw your blood upon his cheek, Woman, woman; The moon had marked his treacherous cheek, I marked his heart beside the creek, Woman! What! have you crushed the only flower, Among our weeds the only flower? Husband! I love you not; I loved but him, In all the world I loved but him; Not hell my love for Brenn shall dim, He's caught her by her jet-black hair; He's bent her head back by the hair Till all her throbbing throat lies bare- You knew me fiercer than the wolf, You knew I well am named the wolf; I shall both you and him engulf, Yet I to you was always kind, To serpents only fools are kind; I'll look no more upon your face, These eyes shall never read your face, He's laid his mouth below her chin, Horror! That throat he kissed below the chin No breath thereafter entered in: Horror, horror! CLEOPATRA'S DREAM. W. W. STORY. Here, Charmian, take my bracelets; A gauze on my bosom throw, That over the garden blow. I dreamed I was with my Antony, Ah me! the vision has vanished — Its music has died away; - The flame and the perfume have perished As this spiced aromatic pastille That wound the blue smoke of its odor Is now but an ashy hill. Scatter upon me rose leaves, They will cool me after my sleep; And with sandal odors fan me, Till into my veins they creep. Reach down the lute and play me To rhyme with a dream that has vanished, There, drowsing in golden sunlight, The lotus lolls on the water, And opens its heart of gold, And over its broad-leaf pavement Never a ripple is rolled. The twilight breeze is too lazy Those feathery palms to wave, And yon little cloud is as motionless As a stone above a grave. For lightning, and wild, fierce rain! Hark! to my Indian beauty- Look! listen! as backward and forward How he trembles, with crest uplifted, Oh, cockatoo, shriek for Antony! |