The sun sinks over Abouthis. The red rays of Ra flame on temple roofs, upon green fields, and the wide waters of father Sihor. So as a child I watched him sink; just so his last kiss touched the further pylon's frowning brow; just that same shadow lay upon the tombs. All is unchanged! I--I only am changed--so changed, and yet the same!
Oh, Cleopatra! Cleopatra! thou Destroyer! if I might but tear thy vision from my heart! Of all my griefs, this is the heaviest grief--still must I love thee! Still must I hug this serpent to my heart! Still in my ears must ring that low laugh of triumph--the murmur of the falling fountain--the song of the nightinga----
[Here the writing on the third roll of papyrus abruptly ends. It would almost seem that the writer was at this moment broken in upon by those who came to lead him to his doom.]
End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Cleopatra, by H. Rider Haggard