Pure is the body in the earth, The spirit in the Field; Pure are the praises from my mouth, Happy with two-fold joy. The Serpent dieth in the place Established by the gods. Osiris liveth, and his throne Is set upon the waters. Thy beauties are a flowing stream Resting the traveller, A House of festival, where all Adore their chosen god. Thy beauties are a columned court With incense burned to Ra. Thy face is brighter than the hall Where hangeth the moon-god. Thy hair is rippling like the hair Of women from the East, And blacker than the doors which guard The midnight underworld. Thy face is azure blue, and bright With lapis-lazuli. The rays of Ra are on thy face. Thy garments are of gold. Thine eyebrows are twin goddesses Who sit enthroned in peace. And when thy nostrils breathe, the winds, Of heaven bend the grain. Thine eyes look on the Mount of Dawn; Thy hands are crystal pools; Thy knees are sedges, where the birds Sing in their golden nests. Thy feet are on the happy path, O Thou! the Favoured One! Thou bathest in the Lake of God, And goest on thy way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLES AUGUSTUS FORTESCUE by HILAIRE BELLOC THE NIGHTINGALE; A CONVERSATION POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ODE ON SOLITUDE (FINAL PRINTED VERSION) by ALEXANDER POPE THE DEAMON LOVER by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GUERDON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |