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II. Two great empires have been shaken, Her's worst lot to bear; From her hand the sway is taken While that hand is fair. Cold is the young Cæsar's eye: Well she knows that hour is over Nothing can renew, When the Conqueror was her lover And she conquered too. Only now remains to die. Death waits for Cleopatra, The proud Egyptian Queen.

III. Still she weareth queenly seeming, Conscious of the past; And the pale sweet lips are dreaming Of the spell they cast When she made the heart her own; When the first imperial Cæsar, And the Triumvir, Scattered kingdoms round to please her; Never gave the world a peer To the lovers she has known, The slaves of Cleopatra The charmed Egyptian Queen.