The ancient river glimmered in its bed, High overhead the stars of Egypt burned, When our slow-dying Edith join'd the dead; She whom the Arab and the Nubian mourned: How in the shadow of old Thebes we wept, And down the long-drawn Nile from day to day! Her sweet face gone - her bright hair hid away - Save what the ring or gleaming locket kept; And, when we felt the Midland waters rise Beneath our keel, and England nearer come - 'Mid our forecasting questions and replies, Back came the sorrow like a sad surprise; Those dear white cliffs would never greet her eyes, Nor her cheek flush, to find herself at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INDIAN SUMMER by EMILY DICKINSON MENAPHON: SAMELA by ROBERT GREENE THE HOUSE-TOP; A NIGHT PIECE by HERMAN MELVILLE TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER WRITTEN ON A MARBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON |