TWILIGHT IN EGYPT.
Round the City of the Sun,And Mokattan mountains dun,Fast the woof of Night is spun,Planets through it gleaming;Vista’d columns stretch in rows,On whose tops with massive brows,Sphinxes lion-limbed repose,In the twilight dreaming.Shines Canopus high and calmOver sand and waving palm,While the sea-winds, strewing balm,Make the Lotos quiver;Limned upon the rising Moon,Sculptured demons frown and gloom,Pedestalled amid the spumeOf the Coptic river.Valè to the dying dayMemnon’s lips of marble say,Darkling mid the shadows gray,Which around it gather;Girdled by the swelling stream,Island-like the cities gleam,O’er their imaged temples leanIn the blue that waver.Gilded by the lunar disc,Pyramid and obeliskTowering stand, their bases kissedBy the gulfing water;Lakelike spreads the fertile tide,Veiling all the valley wide—To and fro the shallops glide,Filled with mirth and laughter.
Round the City of the Sun,And Mokattan mountains dun,Fast the woof of Night is spun,Planets through it gleaming;Vista’d columns stretch in rows,On whose tops with massive brows,Sphinxes lion-limbed repose,In the twilight dreaming.Shines Canopus high and calmOver sand and waving palm,While the sea-winds, strewing balm,Make the Lotos quiver;Limned upon the rising Moon,Sculptured demons frown and gloom,Pedestalled amid the spumeOf the Coptic river.Valè to the dying dayMemnon’s lips of marble say,Darkling mid the shadows gray,Which around it gather;Girdled by the swelling stream,Island-like the cities gleam,O’er their imaged temples leanIn the blue that waver.Gilded by the lunar disc,Pyramid and obeliskTowering stand, their bases kissedBy the gulfing water;Lakelike spreads the fertile tide,Veiling all the valley wide—To and fro the shallops glide,Filled with mirth and laughter.
Round the City of the Sun,And Mokattan mountains dun,Fast the woof of Night is spun,Planets through it gleaming;Vista’d columns stretch in rows,On whose tops with massive brows,Sphinxes lion-limbed repose,In the twilight dreaming.
Round the City of the Sun,
And Mokattan mountains dun,
Fast the woof of Night is spun,
Planets through it gleaming;
Vista’d columns stretch in rows,
On whose tops with massive brows,
Sphinxes lion-limbed repose,
In the twilight dreaming.
Shines Canopus high and calmOver sand and waving palm,While the sea-winds, strewing balm,Make the Lotos quiver;Limned upon the rising Moon,Sculptured demons frown and gloom,Pedestalled amid the spumeOf the Coptic river.
Shines Canopus high and calm
Over sand and waving palm,
While the sea-winds, strewing balm,
Make the Lotos quiver;
Limned upon the rising Moon,
Sculptured demons frown and gloom,
Pedestalled amid the spume
Of the Coptic river.
Valè to the dying dayMemnon’s lips of marble say,Darkling mid the shadows gray,Which around it gather;Girdled by the swelling stream,Island-like the cities gleam,O’er their imaged temples leanIn the blue that waver.
Valè to the dying day
Memnon’s lips of marble say,
Darkling mid the shadows gray,
Which around it gather;
Girdled by the swelling stream,
Island-like the cities gleam,
O’er their imaged temples lean
In the blue that waver.
Gilded by the lunar disc,Pyramid and obeliskTowering stand, their bases kissedBy the gulfing water;Lakelike spreads the fertile tide,Veiling all the valley wide—To and fro the shallops glide,Filled with mirth and laughter.
Gilded by the lunar disc,
Pyramid and obelisk
Towering stand, their bases kissed
By the gulfing water;
Lakelike spreads the fertile tide,
Veiling all the valley wide—
To and fro the shallops glide,
Filled with mirth and laughter.