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VERSES
THE VALLEY OF THE KINGS
Northward upon the stream our boat is creep¬
ing.
The sky above is pearl, the river pearl.
And soon will coming night her shades unfurl
Like some great bird on stealthy pinions
sweeping.
As the effulgence chills
And young stars stand above the Theban hills
Within whose fastnesses the kings are sleeping.
To them the roll of time is but a dreaming,
To them the lotus, mouldered on their breasts.
Still dripping from the Nile, in beauty rests.
As when the mourners broke those blossoms
streaming
And shook the silver shower.
The pallid glory of the royal flower
Fit guerdon for a royal spirit deeming.
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