How still is Egypt, as a corpse's breast; Her power is muffled, stone on stone; The sinews of her kingdom lie at rest; Her deserts wake no pulse's moan. The Nile is like an adamantine sea; Sky's cloud and star, like soundless flame; The moon in silence mourns eternity, And calls blind man with magic claim. The hushed, impenetrable fear, the peace Of wings, the palm's inwoven spray, Are like death's pause before the soul's release Into another golden day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT MAIL NORTH (EUSTON SQUARE, 1840) by HENRY CHOLMONDELEY-PENNELL CHANGED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HALCYON BIRDS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MY BATH by JOHN STUART BLACKIE FAMILIARITY DANGEROUS by VINCENT BOURNE WHEN WE ARE ALL ASLEEP by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN VERSES ON DANGER OF ATTACHING WRONG IDEAS TO WORDS OR EPITHETS by JOHN BYROM SONG: A LADY, RESCUED FROM DEATH BY A KNIGHT, WHO LEAVES HER by THOMAS CAREW |