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EGYPT.
I see it in a vision, in the dark,—The river, the great river, flowing, flowing
Forever through the shadowless, white land.
Upon its banks the gods of Abou Simbel
Sit patient, with their hands upon their knees,
And listen to the voice of cataracts,
And seem to say: “Why hurry with such speed?
Eternity is long; the gods can wait;
Wait, wait like us!” Along the river shores
The red flamingoes stand; and over them
Against the sky dark caravans of camels
Pass underneath the palm-trees, and are gone.
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