Oh, Crusher of Countless Cities, such as earth knew Scarce once before him, Ninus (who his brother slew), Was borne within the walls which, in Assyrian rite, Were built to hide dead majesty from outer sight. If eye of man the gift uncommon could assume, And pierce the mass, thick, black as hearse's plume, To where lays on a horrifying bed What was King Ninus, now hedged round with dread, 'Twould see by what is shadow of the light, A line of feath'ry dust, bones marble-white. A shudder overtakes the pois'nous snakes When they glide near that powder, laid in flakes. Death comes at times to him--_Life_ comes no more! And sets a jug and loaf upon the floor. He then with bony foot the corpse o'erturns, And says: "It is I, Ninus! 'Tis Death who spurns! I bring thee, hungry king, some bread and meat." "I have no hands," Ninus replies. "Yet, eat!" Zim pierced to the very quick by these repeated stabs, Sprang to his feet, while from him pealed a fearful shout, And, furious, flung down upon the marble slabs The richly carved and golden Lamp, whose light went out-- Then glided in a form strange-shaped, In likeness of a woman, moulded in dense smoke, Veiled in thick, ebon fog, in utter darkness draped, A glimpse of which, in short, one's inmost fears awoke. Zim was alone with her, this Goddess of the Night. The massy walls of stone like vapor part and fade, Zim, shuddering, tried to call guard or satellite, But as the figure grasped him firmly, "Come!" she said. BP. ALEXANDER A QUEEN FIVE SUMMERS OLD. _("Elle est toute petite.")_ [Bk. XXVI.] She is so little--in her hands a rose: A stern duenna watches where she goes, What sees Old Spain's Infanta--the clear shine Of waters shadowed by the birch and pine. What lies before? A swan with silver wing, The wave that murmurs to the branch's swing, Or the deep garden flowering below? Fair as an angel frozen into snow, The royal child looks on, and hardly seems to know. As in a depth of glory far away, Down in the green park, a lofty palace lay, There, drank the deer from many a crystal pond, And the starred peacock gemmed the shade beyond. Around that child all nature shone more bright; Her innocence was as an added light. Rubies and diamonds strewed the grass she trode, And jets of sapphire from the dolphins flowed.