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THE VISION OF THE EGYPTIAN PRIEST.
N the midst of the desert, companion was none:My bed was the sand, and my pillow a stone;
With my face to the East sought I slumber and rest,
While Osiris entered the house of the West.
I feared not the power of the spirits that slay,
For I wore the white robe of the priesthood of day;
But the whirring of arrows I heard from afar,
Where Chamsin the Southwind made ready for war.
For I wore the white robe of the priesthood of day;
But the whirring of arrows I heard from afar,
Where Chamsin the Southwind made ready for war.
By the fount where the gods wont to lave did I lie:
It had shrunk to its caverns; its channels were dry;
And I saw, in the dim skies, the Scorpion glare,
As the chariot of Night swept the zone of the air.
It had shrunk to its caverns; its channels were dry;
And I saw, in the dim skies, the Scorpion glare,
As the chariot of Night swept the zone of the air.
