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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
EGYPT
I thought, in Egypt, Death was more than Life,It seemed so long; its monuments so great;
The emptiness of tombs was such high state,—
No living thought, or power, or potentate
So glorious seemed, wrapt in such splendid gloom.
For I perceived that in each ancient tomb,
Long ages since, dead kings for Death made room.
Not here the Dead, but Death—alone, supreme:
In Egypt Death was real—Life a wingèd Dream.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |