The
Nile
by James
Leigh Hunt
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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.
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James Leigh Hunt | Classic
Poems |
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