To whom their glorious light seemed dim,
To whom such boundless thoughts seemed given
By old Hyphasis’ flood!
Boundless yet on those haughty features
There dwelt a mournfulness profound;
And the shadow of a painful thought
Upon that kingly brow was wrought,
He who subdued earth’s countless creatures—
He—the world-conqueror crowned!
Yes! there, beside the silent river,