And at last from inner Egypt came
The strange dark One to whom fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throng spressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That Wild beast followed him and licked his hands.
Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould.
The strange dark One to whom fellahs bowed;
Silent and lean and cryptically proud,
And wrapped in fabrics red as sunset flame.
Throng spressed around, frantic for his commands,
But leaving, could not tell what they had heard;
While through the nations spread the awestruck word
That Wild beast followed him and licked his hands.
Soon from the sea a noxious birth began;
Forgotten lands with weedy spires of gold;
The ground was cleft, and mad auroras rolled
Down on the quaking citadels of man.
Then, crushing what he chanced to mould.