IT flows through old, hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave, mighty thought threading a dream; And times and things, as in that vision, seem Keeping along it their eternal stands, -- Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd bands That roamed through the young world, the glory extreme Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam, The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands. Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong, As of a world left empty of its throng, And the void weighs on us; and then we wake, And hear the fruitful stream lapsing along 'Twixt villages, and think how we shall take Our own calm journey on for human sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS by HENRY GLASSFORD BELL PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON THE WHITE ISLAND, OR PLACE OF THE BLEST by ROBERT HERRICK THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |