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The dim red morn had died, her journey done,

And with dead lips smiled at the twilight plain, Half-fall'n across the threshold of the sun,

Never to rise again.
There was no motion in the dumb dead air,

Not any song of bird or sound of rill;
Gross darkness of the inner sepulchre

Is not so deadly still
As that wide forest. Growths of jasmine turn'd

Their humid arms festooning tree to tree,
And at the root throʻlush green grasses burn'd

The red anemone.
I knew the flowers, I knew the leaves, I knew

The tearful glimmer of the languid dawn
On those long, rank, dark wood-walks drench'd in dew,

Leading from lawn to lawn.
The smell of violets, hidden in the green,

Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame
The times when I remember to have been

Joyful and free from blame.
And from within me a clear under-tone

Thrill'd thro' mine ears in that unblissful clime “Pass freely thro': the wood is all thine own,

Until the end of time."
At length I saw a lady within call,

Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there;
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,

And most divinely fair.
Her loveliness with shame and with surprise

Froze my swift speech: she turning on my face The star-like sorrows of immortal eyes,

Spoke slowly in her place. “I had great beauty: ask thou not my name:

No one can be more wise than destiny, Many drew swords and died. Where'er I came

I brought calamity.” “No marvel, sovereign lady: in fair field

Myself for such a face had boldly died," I answer'd free; and turning I appeald

To one that stood beside.

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But she, with sick and scornful looks averse,

To her full height her stately stature draws;
‘My youth,” she said, “was blasted with a curse :

This woman was the cause.
“I was cut off from hope in that sad place,

Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears :
My father held his hand upon his face ;

I, blinded with my tears,
“Still strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs

As in a dream. Dimly I could descry
The stern black-bearded kings with wolfish eyes,
Waiting to see me die.

The high masts flicker'd as they lay afloat;

The crowds, the temples, waver'd, and the shore,
The bright death quiver’d"at the victim's throat clinical
Touch'd ; and I knew no.

Whereto the other with a downward brow:

“I would the white cold heavy-plunging foam,
Whirld by the wind, had roll'd me deep below,

Then when I left my home.”
Her slow full words sank thro' the silence drear,

As thunder-drops fall on a sleeping sea :
Sudden I heard a voice that cried, “Come here,

That I may look on thee.”
I turning saw, throned on a flowery rise,

One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll’d;
A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes,

Brow-bound with burning gold.
She, flashing forth a haughty smile, began :

"I govern'd men by change, and so I sway'd
All moods. 'Tis long since I have seen a man.

Once, like the moon, I made
“The ever-shifting currents of the blood

According to my humour ebb and flow.
I have no men to govern in this wood:

That makes my only woe.
Nay—yet it chafes me that I could not bend

One will; nor tame and tutor with mine eye
That dull cold blooded Cæsar. Prythee, friend,

Where is Mark Antony?


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“The man, my lover, with whom I rode sublime

On Fortune's neck: we sat as God by God : The Nilus would have risen before his time

And flooded at our nod.
“We drank the Libyan Sun to sleep, and lit

Lamps which outburn'd Canopus. O my life
In Egypt ! O the dalliance and the wit,
The flattery

and the strife,
"And then the
* And the wild kiss, when fresh from war's alarms,

My Hercules, my Roman Antony, My mailed Bacchus Teapt into my arms,

Contented there to die! inding the fung

content "And there he died : and when I heard

my name Sigh'd forth with life I would not brook my fear ,

lear all than Of the other : with a worm I balk'd his fame.akukana. What else was left ? look here!”

ritheanadi (With that she tore her robe apart, and half

stale Cassan The polish'd argent of her breast to sight 분 Laid bare. Thereto she pointed with a laugh,

Showing the aspick's bite) “I died a Queen. The Roman soldier found

Me lying dead, my crown about my brows,
A name for ever !-lying robed and crown'd,

Worthy a Roman spouse."
Her warbling yoice, a lyre of widest range

T&Struck by all passion, did fall down and glance
From tone to tone, and glided thro' all change

Of liveliest utterance.
When she made pause I knew not for delight;

Because with sudden motion from the ground
She raised her piercing orbs, and fill'd with light

The interval of sound.
Still with their fires Love tipt his keenest darts ;

As once they drew into two burning rings
All beams of Love, melting the mighty hearts

Of captains and of kings.
Slowly my sense undazzled. Then I heard

A noise of some one coming thro' the lawn,
And singing clearer than the crested bird,

That claps his wings at dawn.


“ The torrent brooks of hallow'd Israel

From craggy hollows pouring, late and soon, Sound all night long, in falling thro' the dell,

Far-heard beneath the moon. “The balmy moon of blessed Israel

Floods all the deep-blue gloom with beams divine:
All night the splinter'd crags that wall the dell

With spires of silver shine.”
As one that museth where broad sunshine laves

The lawn by some cathedral, thro' the door
Hearing the holy organ rolling waves

Of sound on roof and floor
Within, and anthem sung, is charm'd and tied

To where he stands,-o stood I, when that flow
Of music left the lips of her that died

To save her father's vow;
The daughter of the warrior Gileadite,

A maiden pure; as when she went along
From Mizpeh's tower'd gate with welcome light,

With tinbrel and with song. My words leapt forth : “Heaven heads the count of crimes

With that wild oath.” She render'd answer high : “Not so, nor once alone; a thousand times

I would be born and die.
Single I grew, like some green plant, whose root

Creeps to the garden water-pipes beneath,
Feeding the flower; but ere my flower to fruit

Changed, I was ripe for death. "My God, my land, my father--these did move

Me from my bliss of life, that Nature gave, Lower'd softly with a threefold cord of love

Down to a silent grave. And I went mourning, ‘No fair Hebrew boy

Shall smile away my maiden blame among The Hebrew mothers'-emptied of all joy,

Leaving the dance and song, “ Leaving the olive-gardens far below,

Leaving the promise of my bridal bower, The valleys of grape-loaded vines that glow

Beneath the battled tower.

The light white cloud swam over us. Anon

We heard the lion roaring from his den ;
We saw the large white stars rise one by one,

Or, from the darken'd glen,
Saw God divide the night with flying flame,

And thunder on the everlasting hills.
I heard Him, for He spake, and grief became

A solemn scorn of ills.
“When the next moon was roll'd into the sky,

Strength came to me that equallid my desire. How beautiful a thing it was to die For God and for


sire ! “It comforts me in this one thought to dwell,

That I subdued me to my father's will ; Because the kiss he gave me, ere I fell,

Sweetens the spirit still. “Moreover it is written that my race

Hew'd Ammon, hip and thigh, from Aroer
On Arnon unto Minneth." Here her face

Glow'd, as I look'd at her.
She lock'd her lips : she left me where I stood :

“ Glory to God," she sang, and past afar, Thridding the sombre boskage of the wood,

Toward the morning-star. Losing her carol I stood pensively,

As one that from a casement leans his head, When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly,

And the old year is dead. “ Alas! alas !” a low voice, full of care,

Murmur'd beside me : “ Turn and look on me : I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair,

If what I was I be. “Would I had been some maiden coarse and poor!

O me, that I should ever see the light !
Those dragon eyes of anger'd Eleanor

Do hunt me, day and night."
She ceased in tears, fallen from hope and trust :

To whom the Egyptian : “O, you tamely died ! You should have clung to Fulvia's waist, and thrust

The dagger thro' her side."

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