(IN AN ARTIFICIAL POND) PROUD, languid lily of the sacred Nile, 'T is strange to see thee on our Western wave, Far from those sandy shores, that mile on mile, Papyrus-plumed, stretch silent as the grave. O'er dark, mysterious pool and sheltered bay, And round deep dreaming isles thy leaves expand, Where Alexandrian barges plough their way, Full-freighted, to the ancient Theban land. On Karnak's lofty columns thou wert seen, And spacious Luxor's temple-palace walls, Each royal Pharaoh's emeralded queen Chose thee to deck her glittering banquet halls; Yet thou art blossoming on this fairy lake As regally, amidst these common things, As on the shores where Nile's soft ripples break, As in the halls of old Egyptian kings. Thy grace charms, day by day, men's curious eyes, But the whose outer senses thought has probed, Looking at thee, sees stately temples rise About him, and long lines of priests, white-robed, That chant strange music as they slowly pace Dim columned aisles; hears, trembling overhead, Echoes that lose themselves in that vast space, Of Egypt's solemn ritual for the dead. Ay, deeper thoughts than these, though undefined, Wake in the quickened soul at sight of thee, For this majestic orient faith enshrined Man's yearning hope of immortality. And thou wert Egypt's symbol of the power That under all decaying form lies hid; The old world worshipped thee, O Lotus flower, Then carved its sphinx and reared its pyramid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR IN STATE by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON PATRIOTIC SONG by ERNST MORITZ ARNDT TWELVE SONNETS: 10. THY WHITENESS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |