University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

collapse section 
  
 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 VIII. 
 IX. 
 X. 
 XI. 
 XII. 
 XIII. 
 XIV. 
 XV. 
 XVI. 
 XVII. 
 XVIII. 
 XIX. 
 XX. 
 XXI. 
XXI THE MUMMY OF SESOSTRIS
 XXII. 
 XXIII. 
 XXIV. 
 XXV. 
 XXVI. 
 XXVII. 
 XXVIII. 
 XXIX. 
 XXX. 
 XXXI. 
 XXXII. 
 XXXIII. 
 XXXIV. 
 XXXV. 
 XXXVI. 
 XXXVII. 
 XXXVIII. 
 XXXIX. 
 XL. 
 XLI. 
 XLII. 
 XLIII. 
 XLIV. 
 XLV. 
 XLVI. 
 XLVII. 
 XLVIII. 
 XLIX. 
 L. 
 LI. 
 LII. 
 LIII. 
 LIV. 
 LV. 
 LVI. 
 LVII. 
 LVIII. 
 LIX. 
 LX. 
 LXI. 
 LXII. 
 LXII. 
 LXIV. 


50

XXI THE MUMMY OF SESOSTRIS

(WITH M. MASPERO IN THE BOULAK MUSEUM, CAIRO, JUNE IST, 1886)

Among his perfumed wrappings Ramses lay,
Son of the Sun, the conqueror without peers;
The jewel-holes were in his wounded ears,
His lips tight-closed above th' embalmer's clay;
Unguent had turned his white locks amber-grey,
And on his puissant chin fresh from the shears
The thin hair gleamed which full three thousand years
Of careless sleep could never disarray.
Hands henna-stained across his ample breast
Were laid in peace; but though the warrior's eyes
Flamed fire no more beneath the forward brow,
His keen hawk-nose such pride, such power expressed,
Near Kadesh stream we heard the Hittite cries,
And saw by Hebrew toil San's temple-cities grow.