Nile

"The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled."

"The higher Nilus swells, The more it promises; as it ebbs, the seedsman Upon the slime and ooze scatters his grain, And shortly comes the harvest."

"Whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile."

"It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream."

"Son of the old moon-mountains African! Stream of the Pyramid and Crocodile! We call thee fruitful, and that very while A desert, fills our seeing's inward span."

"O'er Egypt's land of memory floods are level, And they are thine, O Nile! and well thou knowest The soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil, And fruits, and poisons spring where'er thou flowest."

"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."