I wandered ere the dream was done

Where over Nilus’ nenuphars,

With all its ears of quivering stars,

The darkness listened for the sun.

Ere shadows were, ere night was gone,

I found the one whom suns had sought,

And waiting at his feet, methought

Had speech with Memnon in the dawn.****

Sad as the last, lamenting star,

He sang, and clear as morning’s gold:

Unto his voice I saw unfold

The hesitant, pale nenuphar.

But dolorous like the peal of dooms,

And proclamation of the night,

The waste returned that voice of light

With echo from its hollow tombs!