A Dream of Cleopatra
Last
night I slept beside the languorous Nile,
And saw swart Cleopatra, proud and
large,
Drift slowly past me in her
sumptuous barge.
Her
crimson lips curved in a wanton smile,
Half-closed,
her eyes flamed tenderness, the while
She dreamed of Antony. Her round,
bare arms
Were clasped with jewels and
Egyptian charms;
And
her dark maids―the slow hours to beguile―
Perfumed
her brow, and wove her glorious hair
In serpent coils. Pink lotus
blossoms slept
On her warm breast; unevenly her
breath
Came,
fragrant, from her parted lips,―and ne’er
Throbbed throat so sweet. . . . And all unnoticed crept
Beside
her, waiting, the dark reptile Death.
"A Dream of Cleopatra" as it appears in Ella Higginson's When the Birds Go North Again (1898).
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