Of Euxine to where Gades lifts its prow
Above the thunder of the surge and fronts
The unexplored Atlantic, questioning
The secret hid by separating seas,
Held tributary peoples numberless
In fee; and through whose subjugated lands
Glided the Nile between its reedy flats
Where Memnon sits; and the broad-bosomed flow
Of dark Euphrates by the ruined towers
Of Babylon, from whence of old was seen