One Of The Pleasures Of

Egypt! From Whose All Dateless Tombs Arose Forgotten Pharaohs From Their Long Repose, And Shook Within Their Pyramids To Hear A New Cambyses Thundering In Their Ear; While The Dark Shades Of Forty Ages Stood Like Startled Giants By Nile's Famous Flood.

That Prose Is A Verse, And Verse Is A Prose; Convincing All, By Demonstrating Plain – Poetic Souls Delight In Prose Insane

Oh Who Can Tell, Save He Whose Heart Hath Tried.

Tyranny Is For The Worst Of Treasons.

Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With Divinity.