‘There is an eye that Arab sages say
Weeps never enough.
‘There is an eye whose glances make the day
‘The day of Love.
‘There is an eye that is above all eyes,
‘That is no eye.
(Stood proud Anatta on the Bridge of Sighs
‘And thundered “Why?”)
Which eyes are mine, which thine, poor ape, discover,
‘And even yet thou hast not lost thy lover,
Khepbra, thou Beetle-headed God!
Who travellest in thy strength above
‘The Heaven of Nu, with splendour shod
Of Thoth, and girt about with Love!
(© Sun at midnight! in thy Bark
‘The cynocephali proclaim
Thy effulgent deity, and mark
‘The adorations of thy name
In seemly stations one by one,
As thou encirclest blinder poles
‘Than Khem or Ammon showed the sun
In one-eyed sight of secret goals.