Month after month the gathered rains descend Drenching yon secret Aethiopian dells, And from the desert's ice-girt pinnacles Where Frost and Heat in strange embraces blend On Atlas, fields of moist snow half depend. Girt there with blasts and meteors Tempest dwells By Nile's aëreal urn, with rapid spells Urging those waters to their mighty end. O'er Egypt's land of Memory floods are level And they are thine, O Nile -- and well thou knowest That soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil And fruits and poisons spring where'er thou flowest. Beware, O Man -- for knowledge must to thee, Like the great flood to Egypt, ever be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING TO A SKYLARK (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BLUEBEARD by RUTH FITCH BARLETT WINTER: EAST ANGLIA by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MISTAKE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO HIS FRIEND THE AUTHOR UPON HIS POEM by CHRISTOPHER BROOKE TO L.E.L. ON THE DEATH OF FELICIA HEMANS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |