 | Gathered in the gloaming |  |
The Nile—Esne.
I paused at Esne—weird the syrens' tune.My Nile-crew slept the pillared palms among.
“On, on!” the River muttered 'neath the moon;—
“Nay, tarry, tarry yet!”—the Almehs sung.
| Gathered in the gloaming | |
My Nile-crew slept the pillared palms among.
“On, on!” the River muttered 'neath the moon;—
“Nay, tarry, tarry yet!”—the Almehs sung.