EGYPT
How still is Egypt, as a corpse's breast;
Her power is muffled, stone on stone;
The sinews of her kingdom lie at rest;
Her deserts wake no pulse's moan.
Her power is muffled, stone on stone;
The sinews of her kingdom lie at rest;
Her deserts wake no pulse's moan.
The Nile is like an adamantine sea;
Sky's cloud and star, like soundless flame;
The moon in silence mourns eternity,
And calls blind man with magic claim.
Sky's cloud and star, like soundless flame;
The moon in silence mourns eternity,
And calls blind man with magic claim.
The hushed, impenetrable fear, the peace
Of wings, the palm's inwoven spray,
Are like death's pause before the soups release
Into another golden day!
Of wings, the palm's inwoven spray,
Are like death's pause before the soups release
Into another golden day!
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