Cover the eyes of Isis; that the sky
Is the white body of Neith, arched so on high.
Ours is a secret language, when we smile,
Dreams are denied at birth, all to beguile
Your earthy substance. Ah, at what fell cost
We pay you, so our heritage is lost.
THE KING’S DAUGHTER
She was the fairest of the King’s fair daughters,
Gold and rubies glittered on her hands;