By Stephen Cheney
Where once reared the great White Wall;
In the coils of Mephitis, Memphis
Breathes no more. The mounds
Of Horus and Seth bare their souls
Solely to the Lords of the sky.
From the courtyards of the chapels
The pyramids are ladders to the heavens.
Dear Menes of the Great House, your
Colonnades are as rushes to the Nile.
If the two hands of the desert
Close the moist eye of Egypt
Still we will dream of you
As we float through death, our
Clouds gliding homeward to the sun.
Proud to have been lifted up to you,
As you have been lifted up,
As your heart bore us,
As the wind the clouds.
We were great upon the new earth
And now we are gypsies of the wide spaces:
In the joined hands of stars;
In the bonding and dissolving sand;
In the sacred beauty of water —
We are; and are present in the temple
That is the Mind of the lordly man.
(Image: Israelites Leaving Egypt - David Roberts)