 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
A RAIL ROAD CUTTING NEAR ALEXANDRIA IN 1855
Plump thro' tomb and catacomb
Rolls the Engine ripping;
Egypt's ancient dust
This before the gust,
The Pyramid is slipping!
Rolls the Engine ripping;
Egypt's ancient dust
This before the gust,
The Pyramid is slipping!
Too long inurned, Sesostres's spurned,
What glory left to Isis
Mid loud acclaim to Watts his name
Alack for Miriam's spices!
What glory left to Isis
Mid loud acclaim to Watts his name
Alack for Miriam's spices!
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |