On Egypt sleeping under sky of brass <br />The twain gazed wistfully from terrace high, <br />And watched the Flood, through Delta rolling high, <br />Toward Sais or Bubastis slowly pass. <br /> <br />The Roman felt beneath his thick cuirass - <br />Like captive soldier stilling infant's cry - <br />On his triumphant bosom swooning lie <br />Her form voluptious in his close embrace. <br /> <br />Turning her pallid head between his arms <br />Toward him made mad by perfume's conquering charms, <br />She raised her mouth and crystalline, fond eye; <br /> <br />And o'er her bent, the Chieftain did behold <br />In her great orbs, starry with dots of gold, <br />Only a boundless sea where galleys fly.<br /><br />Jose Maria de Heredia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/antony-and-cleopatra/
