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VISION OF THE EGYPTIAN PRIEST.
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They heard—they came forth, at his mandate, in haste:
Uprose, in their pathways, the sands of the waste;
Their chariots, bird-drawn, through the desert were driven;
And wings shook the air, like the thunders of heaven.
Uprose, in their pathways, the sands of the waste;
Their chariots, bird-drawn, through the desert were driven;
And wings shook the air, like the thunders of heaven.
Their arrows, like scorpions, hissed in my ears;
I was deaf with the clang and the whir of their spears:
But I wore the white robe of the priesthood of day—
They cowered at my feet, they fled, shrieking, away.
I was deaf with the clang and the whir of their spears:
But I wore the white robe of the priesthood of day—
They cowered at my feet, they fled, shrieking, away.
Adbeel was alone, with the heat of his wrath:
He smote with the rod, he divided the path;
The torn breast of earth gasped in audible breath,
Like the groaning of gods at the portals of Death.
He smote with the rod, he divided the path;
The torn breast of earth gasped in audible breath,
Like the groaning of gods at the portals of Death.
From the chasm underneath gushed forth lava, like blood;
Beside me, around, ran the fire of the flood;
Overhead was the blaze of the pendulous cloud;
Before, stood that servant of Typhon the Proud.
Beside me, around, ran the fire of the flood;
Overhead was the blaze of the pendulous cloud;
Before, stood that servant of Typhon the Proud.
