CLEOPATRA.
[Dedicated to J. L. M.]
Here, Charmian, take my bracelets,
They bar with a purple stain
My arms; turn over my pillows—
They are hot where I have lain;
Open the lattice wider,
A gauze o'er my bosom throw,
And let me inhale the odours
That over the garden blow.
They bar with a purple stain
My arms; turn over my pillows—
They are hot where I have lain;
Open the lattice wider,
A gauze o'er my bosom throw,
And let me inhale the odours
That over the garden blow.
I dreamed I was with my Antony,
And in his arms I lay;
Ah, me! the vision has vanished—
The music has died away.
And in his arms I lay;
Ah, me! the vision has vanished—
The music has died away.
