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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 arm, O Queen, enfold me, | 5 |
| Hush thy sobs and bow thine ear, | |
| Listen to the great heart secrets | |
| Thou, and thou alone, must hear. | |
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| Though my scarred and veteran legions | |
| Bear their eagles high no more, | 10 |
| And my wrecked and scattered 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, | 15 |
| Die the great Triumvir still. | |
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| Let not Cæsar’s servile minions | |
| Mock the lion thus laid low; | |
| ’T was no foeman’s arm that felled him, | |
| ’T was his own that struck the blow: | 20 |
| His who, pillowed on thy bosom, | |
| Turned aside from glory’s ray— | |
| His who, drunk with thy caresses, | |
| Madly threw a world away. | |
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| Should the base plebeian rabble | 25 |
| Dare assail my name at Rome, | |
| Where the noble spouse Octavia | |
| Weeps within her widowed home, | |
| Seek her; say the gods bear witness,— | |
| Altars, augurs, circling wings,— | 30 |
| That her blood, with mine commingled, | |
| Yet shall mount the thrones of kings. | |
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| And for thee, star-eyed Egyptain— | |
| Glorious sorceress of the Nile! | |
| Light the path to Stygian horrors, | 35 |
| With the splendor of thy smile; | |
| Give the Caesar crowns and arches, | |
| Let his brow the laurel twine: | |
| I can scorn the senate’s triumphs, | |
| Triumphing in love like thine. | 40 |
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| 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 | 45 |
| Shall my heart exulting swell; | |
| Isis and Osiris guard thee— | |
| Cleopatra—Rome—farewell! | |
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