Sardou's Cleopatra — page 108: what you’re looking at

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SARDOU’S CLEOPATRA. $3 ing with fierce, hot passion, she half declaimed, half sung, the verses of the love-lorn poetess : ‘‘Peer of gods he seemeth to me, the blissful Man who sits and gazes at thee before him, Close beside thee sits, and in silence hears thee Silverly speaking, Laughing love’s low laughter. Oh, this, this only Stirs the troubled heart in my breast to tremble! For should I but see thee a little moment, Straight is my voice hushed; Yea, my tongue is broken, and through and through me, ‘Neath the flesh, impalpable fire runs tingling, Nothing sees mine eyes, and a noise of roaring Waves in my ear sounds; _ Sweat runs down in rivers, a tremor seizes All my limbs, and paler than grass in autumn, Caught by pains of menacing death, I falter, Lost in the love trance.” * As the last notes died away in tremulous silence she started, and furiously flung from her the book, which fell with acrash upon the marble floor. ‘“Those verses have driven me mad! So have I felt at his glance, at his voice, at his touch! Girl, what foul fiend inspired you to think of Sappho ?” | But her words fell upon ears that heard not. With pale lips and eyes wild with fright, Iras was *Symond’s Translation. a ; , PR EomIcbooks: co |