- When I was a princess, tall and slim, by some languorous eastern
- river, __
- (O it was thousands of years ago, and a thousand more and
- a day!)
- Whenever the sound of the cymbals rose, with their tremulo
- crash and quiver,
- The blood in my pulses would stir and leap to the sensuous
- music's sway.
Life was an idle and weary thing by that sullenly flowing water;
By hardly a breeze from the wistful sea were the indolent
- date palms stirred;
- But a wearier thing there lay in the breast of Pharaoh's silent
- Till the challenging cymbals clashed and clung, and she lifted
- her heart and heard.
And life was suddenly vivid, sweet, as, careless of regal duty,
Slipping her royal robes she rose, so slenderly straight and
- Her jewels were dulled in the sudden blaze of her wakening
- youth and beauty,
- And swaying she stood while her sandalled feet were answer-
- ing the cymbals' call.
Piercing and high the cymbals flung their challenge to life and
- And she clung to the moment she knew must pass when the
- music had died away;
- So from Pharaoh's time, through the ages down, they hay
- played with the fires they fashion
- From human hearts . . . and under this far blue north-
- ern sky today
The blood of that princess, tall and slim, by the slumbering
- eastern river, __
- (0 it was thousands of years ago when the sun and the stars
- were new!)
- Till leap to the shivering cymbals' crash, __ and as suddenly
- drop and quiver,
- When the echoing music has died away, and I know that the
- spell is through.
__Ester M. (Clark) Hill.