Cleopatra’s Island

When Anthony gave orders, men marched to die or kill When Egypt’s Queen commanded, the very birds stood still A beach of purest silver, he shipped by Roman fleet A wedding fleet to charm her, to grace her Royal feet Her woman bathed and oiled her, her almond eyes were kholed With lions milk to arm her, her bronze neck bright with gold His body was a field of hay her red tongue flamed along So, was the warrior conquered, Love’s ancient arts are strong Here, on the Isle of Cedars, by olives lush and green The honeyed moon above them, a general wooed his queen Against great Cleopatra, his legions were out-massed The waves along the shoreline, bowed, as her anklets passed