And they were floating upon Nile the old.
Full bravely led the galley of the King,
And all at once, like flap of ibis' wing,
Flashed out the gilt and crimson-bladed oars
And lightly o'er the molten surface skimmed;
While slow unrolled the low and level shores,
Like to a landscape on a curtain limned,
And blended with the shadows, lessening.
Music was on the Nile boats: conch and horn,
Flute answering flute, while zittern and lycorn