Selections from Songs of a Bayadere and Songs of a Troubadour By Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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Death.
A Greek girl came to Pharaoh's bed,
Who died upon her bridal night.
At morn he saw her lying dead,
And deemed she lived, she was so white.
Who died upon her bridal night.
At morn he saw her lying dead,
And deemed she lived, she was so white.
And when on snowy linen strown
She lay embalmed as if she dreamed,
He could not feel himself alone,
So beautiful the body seemed.
She lay embalmed as if she dreamed,
He could not feel himself alone,
So beautiful the body seemed.
He sat and stroked her golden hair,
And looked and looked in her dead eyes;
He said, “She is forever fair;
How like a statue there she lies!”
And looked and looked in her dead eyes;
He said, “She is forever fair;
How like a statue there she lies!”
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He kissed her lips though they were cold,
And never missed the mortal breath;
He said, “She never will be old,
Or die, for she has done with death.”
And never missed the mortal breath;
He said, “She never will be old,
Or die, for she has done with death.”
Till fire into his palace crept,
And burned his dead, his lovely bride.
Then Pharaoh rent his robes, and wept,
And fell upon his sword, and died.
And burned his dead, his lovely bride.
Then Pharaoh rent his robes, and wept,
And fell upon his sword, and died.
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