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THE BLUE ABOVE POTOMAC.
And glows as warm as those that steep
In twilight splendor Egypt's river,
When cool the winds from Philæ creep
Past Karnak's immemorial sleep
And Memnon's watchers fain to keep
Their gaze adown the east forever!
While, north, the pyramids recline,
Wan peaks against the golden shine,
And through the orange dusk the plain
Dims to the desert and the main;—
Such morning gleams, such evening glows,
The blue above Potomac knows.
In twilight splendor Egypt's river,
When cool the winds from Philæ creep
Past Karnak's immemorial sleep
And Memnon's watchers fain to keep
Their gaze adown the east forever!
While, north, the pyramids recline,
Wan peaks against the golden shine,
And through the orange dusk the plain
Dims to the desert and the main;—
Such morning gleams, such evening glows,
The blue above Potomac knows.
