The Nile

by James Leigh Hunt

 

It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
   Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream,
   And times and things, as in that vision, seem
Keeping along it their eternal stands, -
Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd bands
   That roamed through the young world, the glory extreme
   Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam,
The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands.
Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong,
As of a  world left empty of its throng,
   And the void weighs on us; and then we wake,
And hear the fruitful stream lapsing along
   Twixt villages, and think how we shall take
   Our own calm journey on for human sake.
 
James Leigh Hunt | Classic Poems
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 


 

 

 
 
 
 

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