Pompey's Ghost.
[Written by John Lowe, author of "Mary's Dream."]
From perfect and unclouded day,
From joys complete without allay,
From joys complete without allay,
And from a spring without decay;
I come by Cynthia's borrow'd beams,
To visit my Cornelia's dreams,
And give them still sublimer themes.
I am the man you lov'd before,
Those streams have wash'd away my gore,
Those streams have wash'd away my gore,
And Pompey he shall bleed no more;
Nor shall my vengeance be withstood,
Nor unattended by a flood,
Of Roman or Egyptian blood.
Cæsar himself it shall pursue,
His days shall troubled be and few,
His days shall troubled be and few,
And he shall fall by treason too.
He, by a justice all divine,
Shall fall a victim to my shrine:
As I was his, he shall be mine.