Cleopatra

By: Haggard, H. Rider

Even while I write, beyond the fertile fields, the Nile is running red, as though with blood. Before me the sunlight beats upon the far Arabian hills, and falls upon the piles of Abouthis. Still the priests make orison within the temples at Abouthis that know me no more; still the sacrifice is offered, and the stony roofs echo back the people's prayers. Still from this lone cell within my prison-tower, I, the Word of Shame, watch thy fluttering banners, Abouthis, flaunting from thy pylon walls, and hear the chants as the long procession winds from sanctuary to sanctuary. Abouthis, lost Abouthis! my heart goes out toward thee! For the day comes when the desert sands shall fill thy secret places! Thy Gods are doomed, O Abouthis! New Faiths shall make a mock of all thy Holies, and Centurion shall call upon Centurion across thy fortress-walls. I weep-I weep tears of blood: for mine is the sin that brought about these evils and mine for ever is their shame.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN13: 9798742513735
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 148 Pages
• Weight: 0.59 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.3" x 7.0" x 10.0"