How still is Egypt, as a corpse's breast; Her power is muffled, stone on stone; The sinews of her kingdom lie at rest; Her deserts wake no pulse's moan. The Nile is like an adamantine sea; Sky's cloud and star, like soundless flame; The moon in silence mourns eternity, And calls blind man with magic claim. The hushed, impenetrable fear, the peace Of wings, the palm's inwoven spray, Are like death's pause before the soul's release Into another golden day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BRUCE AND THE SPIDER by BERNARD BARTON ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING THE PARADOX by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE |