Here are cakes for thy body, Cool water for thy throat, Sweet breezes for thy nostrils, And thou art satisfied. Here by the river, Drink and bathe thy limbs; Or cast thy net, and surely It shall be filled with fish. The holy cow of Hapi Shall give thee of her milk, The ale of gods triumphant Shall be thy daily draught. White linen is thy tunic, Thy sandals shine with gold, Victorious thy weapons That Death come not again. Take wings to climb the zenith, Or rest in fields of peace; By day the Sun shall keep thee, By night the rising Star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BEACH BIRD by RICHARD HENRY DANA (1787-1879) THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES; THE 10TH SATIRE OF JUVENAL, IMITATED by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE THE CLIFF SWALLOWS by DEBRA NYSTROM THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL |