Who shall escape!—with awful force
The whirlwind bears them on their course;
They join, they rush resistless on—
The landmarks of the plain are gone;
The steps, the forms, from earth effaced,
Of those who trod the burning waste!
All whelm’d, all hush’d!—none left to bear
Sad record how they perish’d there!
No stone their tale of death shall tell—
The desert guards its mysteries well;