English Roses by F. Harald Williams [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] |
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SECRET OF AN EGYPTIAN TOMB. |
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SECRET OF AN EGYPTIAN TOMB.
Yes, nigh four thousand years ago
Thou livedst, and those dark eyelids
Which were as dew to dust below
Looked out upon the Pyramids;
And saw the lotus on the stream
Which almost is the stream of time,
Though but to us a winter dream
And toy for this inclement clime.
Thou livedst, and those dark eyelids
Which were as dew to dust below
Looked out upon the Pyramids;
And saw the lotus on the stream
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Though but to us a winter dream
And toy for this inclement clime.
They marked the green papyrus wave
Beneath the plumage of the palm,
And all the glory now a grave
Locked in its many-centuried calm;
While Pharaohs, in their deathless pride,
Stretched over half the earth their hands
Of iron and blood, and turned the tide
Which shaped the destinies of lands.
Beneath the plumage of the palm,
And all the glory now a grave
Locked in its many-centuried calm;
While Pharaohs, in their deathless pride,
Stretched over half the earth their hands
Of iron and blood, and turned the tide
Which shaped the destinies of lands.
And yet, though thou no longer gaze
On miracles of storied stone,
And temples poised in purple haze
Which made eternity their throne;
Thine unguents and thy colours fair,
The passing triumph of a night
That charmed thy cheeks and haloed hair,
Still keep the magic of their might.
On miracles of storied stone,
And temples poised in purple haze
Which made eternity their throne;
Thine unguents and thy colours fair,
The passing triumph of a night
That charmed thy cheeks and haloed hair,
Still keep the magic of their might.
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