Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | ||
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THE VOCAL MEMNON.
Memnon, thou'rt mute, thy voice is heard no more;
The rising sun now visits thee in vain,
No music greets his coming; ne'er again
Thy song shall float the Theban valley o'er,
Or thrilling reach the far Arabian shore,
Never shall fill with music the wide plain.
Methinks thy sightless eyes are full of pain,
Because thou art not as in days of yore.
The rising sun now visits thee in vain,
No music greets his coming; ne'er again
Thy song shall float the Theban valley o'er,
Or thrilling reach the far Arabian shore,
Never shall fill with music the wide plain.
Methinks thy sightless eyes are full of pain,
Because thou art not as in days of yore.
Change hast thou seen, colossal Form in stone,
Kings and their armies passed into the grave;
Great dynasties destroyed, whose fame was blown
Across whole continents, and o'er the wave,
And nothing left the Founder's name to save,
But records traced on walls with weeds o'ergrown.
Kings and their armies passed into the grave;
Great dynasties destroyed, whose fame was blown
Across whole continents, and o'er the wave,
And nothing left the Founder's name to save,
But records traced on walls with weeds o'ergrown.
Poems Old and New by Charles D. Bell | ||