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IV. Yet the glorious past has bound her In a chain like sleep; Visions of long years surround her, And their pageants sweep Over her unconquered eyes. First she sees herself, half trembling, In an armed tent; To the earth, with sweet dissembling, Her soft brow is bent: But the Cæsar kneels and sighs, Subdued by Cleopatra The young Egyptian Queen.

V. Next there glides a sunny river; She is on the tide, O'er her golden banners shiver, And the flutes beside Fling their low soft notes to shore. But the haughty trumpet greets her, With the clang of arms, While the Roman conqueror meets her, Meets to own her charms, And the world is her's once more,— Won again by Cleopatra, The soft Egyptian Queen.