Swathed in white robes beneath the blinding rays

Lie sleeping Bedouins drenched in white-hot light.

About them, searing to the tingling sight,

Swims the white dazzle of the desert ways

Where the sense shudders, witless and adaze,

In a white void with neither depth nor height.

Within the black core of the pyramid,

Beneath the weight of sunless centuries,

Lapt in dead night King Cheops lies asleep:

Yet in the darkness of his chamber hid