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 I turning saw, throned on a flowery rise, One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll'd; A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes, Brow-bound with burning gold.

She, flashing forth a haughty smile, began: "I govern'd men by change, and so I sway'd All moods. 'Tis long since I have seen a man. Once, like the moon, I made

"The ever-shifting currents of the blood According to my humour ebb and flow. I have no men to govern in this wood: That makes my only woe.

"Nay—yet it chafes me that I could not bend One will; nor tame and tutor with mine eye That dull cold-blooded Cæsar. Prythee, friend, Where is Mark Antony?