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VI. Then she sees a lighted palace, Filled with mirth and song; On the waves of each bright chalice Floats dark night along; Crowned they sit with rosy flowers. Back she flings her hair's rich cluster From her cheek's red light, And her wild eyes' midnight lustre Grows more fiercely bright. Fate is by those festal hours, The fate of Cleopatra, The glad Egyptian Queen.

VII. Dark and darker grows the vision; On her lips appear Smiles, that with a stern derision Meet the coming fear. Mystic phantoms fill the room, Strange dim shapes together blending In her glazing eye,— And ancestral queens, ascending, Summon her to die. Shadows from the shadowy tomb, They come for Cleopatra, The doomed Egyptian Queen.