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- I AM dying, Egypt, dying.
- Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast,
- And the dark Plutonian shadows
- Gather on the evening blast;
- Let thine arms, O Queen, enfold me,
- Hush thy sobs and bow thine ear;
- Listen to the great heart-secrets,
- Thou, and thou alone, must hear.
- Though my scarr'd and veteran legions
- Bear their eagles high no more,
- And my wreck'd and scatter'd galleys
- Strew dark Actium's fatal shore,
- Though no glittering guards surround me,
- Prompt to do their master's will,
- I must perish like a Roman,
- Die the great Triumvir still.
- Let not Cæsar's servile minions
- Mock the lion thus laid low;
- 'Twas no foeman's arm that fell'd him,
- 'Twas his own that struck the blow;
- His who, pillow'd on thy bosom,
- Turn'd aside from glory's ray,
- His who, drunk with thy caresses,
- Madly threw a world away.
- Should the base plebeian rabble
- Dare assail my name at Rome,
- Where my noble spouse, Octavia,
- Weeps within her widow'd home,
- Seek her; say the gods bear witness--
- Altars, augurs, circling wings--
- That her blood, with mine commingled,
- Yet shall mount the throne of kings.
- As for thee, star-eyed Egyptian,
- Glorious sorceress of the Nile,
- Light the path to Stygian horrors
- With the splendors of thy smile.
- Give the Cæsar crowns and arches,
- Let his brow the laurel twine;
- I can scorn the Senate's triumphs,
- Triumphing in love like thine.
- I am dying, Egypt, dying;
- Hark! the insulting foeman's cry.
- They are coming! quick, my falchion,
- Let me front them ere I die.
- Ah! no more amid the battle
- Shall my heart exulting swell;
- Isis and Osiris guard thee!
- Cleopatra, Rome, farewell!
- William Haines Lytle
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