Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE BOOK OF THE DEAD: HE SINGETH IN THE UNDERWORLD, by ANONYMOUS


Poetry Explorer

Classic and Contemporary Poetry

THE BOOK OF THE DEAD: HE SINGETH IN THE UNDERWORLD, by                    
First Line: Pure is the body in the earth
Last Line: And goest on the way
Subject(s): Beauty; Goddesses & Gods; Mythology - Egyptian


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...
Home: PoetryExplorer.net