Silver and Roses, Henna and Myrrh

 

  

To My New Egypt

 

When mighty cities, Memphis, Thinis, Thebes,

Did boast of dynasts of the cobra-crown,

Whose very hest made Nile lave Egypt’s glebes,

A goddess was belov’d beneath their frown:

Fair Hathor, ruling beauty, joy and love,

Of good Egyptians heard the orison,

And ‘mid the sycamores within her grove,

On ladder white they reached their benison.

Whe’r this was true or but a lovely sweven,

Mine own fair Hathor own I at my side,

Who, like the elder, helps me climb to Heaven

And with her sweetness sweeps me in its tide.

In pride and glory Egypt was the first,

And Egypt’s gold in thee do I have pursed.

 

 

                        Friday, January 31, 1969

 

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