 | A winter on the Nile |  |
ABOO SIMBEL.
O great Rameses on thy awful seat
At Aboo Simbel, 'midst the golden sands,
Who carried war's fierce torch to distant lands,
And trampled kingdoms 'neath thy conquering feet,
Upon whose brow Egypt's two crowns did meet;
Here in “the mountain of pure water” stands
A house divine built by thy loving hands,
For her to thee above all women sweet.
At Aboo Simbel, 'midst the golden sands,
Who carried war's fierce torch to distant lands,
And trampled kingdoms 'neath thy conquering feet,
Upon whose brow Egypt's two crowns did meet;
Here in “the mountain of pure water” stands
A house divine built by thy loving hands,
For her to thee above all women sweet.
Although so great, thou couldst be tender too,
For in this carven figure at thy side,
Stands Nofreari, fair and gentle-eyed,
Whom in her youthful beauty thou didst woo,
And made her all thine own, thy life, thy bride,
And held her to thine heart as lovers do.
For in this carven figure at thy side,
Stands Nofreari, fair and gentle-eyed,
Whom in her youthful beauty thou didst woo,
And made her all thine own, thy life, thy bride,
And held her to thine heart as lovers do.
| A winter on the Nile | |