UrthónaD'Mors

A thousand weary centuries
are thine while i have hardly seen
Some twenty summers cast
their green for autumn’s gaudy liveries.
But you can read the
hieroglyphs on the great sandstone obelisks,
And you have talked with
basilisks, and you have looked on hippogriffs.
O tell me, were you
standing by when isis to osiris knelt ?
And did you watch the
egyptian melt her union for antony
And drink the jewel-
drunken wine and bend her head in mimic awe
To see the huge proconsul
draw the salted tunny from the brine ?
And did you mark the
cyprian kiss white adon on his catafalque ?
And did you follow
amenalk, the god of heliopolis ?
And did you talk with
thoth, and did you hear the moon-horned io weep ?
And know the painted kings
who sleep beneath the wedge-shaped pyramid ?