MYSTERIOUS Flood, -- that through the silent sands Hast wandered, century on century, Watering the length of great Egyptian lands, Which were not, but for thee, -- Art thou the keeper of that eldest lore, Written ere yet thy hieroglyphs began, When dawned upon thy fresh, untrampled shore The earliest life of Man? Thou guardest temple and vast pyramid, Where the gray Past records its ancient speech; But in thine unrevealing breast lies hid What they refuse to teach. All other streams with human joys and fears Run blended, o'er the plains of History: Thou tak'st no note of Man; a thousand years Are as a day to thee. What were to thee the Osirian festivals? Or Memnon's music on the Theban plain? The carnage, when Cambyses made thy halls Ruddy with royal slain? Even then thou wast a God, and shrines were built For worship of thine own majestic flood; For thee the incense burned, -- for thee was spilt The sacrificial blood. And past the bannered pylons that arose Above thy palms, the pageantry and state, Thy current flowed, calmly as now it flows, Unchangeable as Fate. Thou givest blessing as a God might give, Whose being is his bounty: from the slime Shaken from off thy skirts the nations live, Through all the years of Time In thy solemnity, thine awful calm, Thy grand indifference of Destiny, My soul forgets its pain, and drinks the balm Which thou dost proffer me. Thy godship is unquestioned still: I bring No doubtful worship to thy shrine supreme; But thus my homage as a chaplet fling, To float upon thy stream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON MARGARET'S SONG by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE FATHER, THY WILL BE DONE by SARAH FLOWER ADAMS FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MARCH'S DAUGHTER by MAUDE PHILIPS BOARD ROSETTE by HEINRICH CHRISTIAN BOIE SANTA BARBARA by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE WANDERING PSYCHE by EDWARD CARPENTER |