Clear melody flattering the crisped Nile
By columned Thebes. Old Memphis hath gone down:
The Pharaohs are no more: somewhere in death
They sleep with staring eyes and gilded lips,
Wrapped round with spiced cerements in old grots
Rock-hewn and sealed for ever.
XXVI
Anacreontics
[Published in The Gem: a Literary Annual. London: W. Marshall, Holborn Bars, mdcccxxxi.]